'BlackNights'
By MalEntente
Dusk settling . . . the blacknight eases forth wrapping his huge arms around . . . . . . and between . . . us. My calm remains . . . I will remember you, alone - in the blacknight's care, because . . . . . . even birds sleep. Our eyes - the very ones - those eyes that know “us” . . . try to hold light . . . . . . but give way. Slumber, like rain, comes . . . then leaves. For us to resist the blacknight would be to doubt, and grow weak. But we do . . . and yet . . . . . . remember, and know again that which our lovership knew - since before . . . . . . blacknight lived. For angels and ages . . . alone . . . understand that “our” bridge . . . only returns us . . . to ourselves . . . . . . when birds awake.There was something talking to me while I wrote this poem. It doesn't follow my style, and yet there was a familiarity to it I found exhilarating. I “felt” this poem more than understood it, and yet - reading it over and over I understand more each time I see it. Perhaps Distraction truly CAN open a door to the heart... to let it express itself more purely! :) Written September 16th, 1995 © on Nov 13 2001 12:39 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Dusk settling . . ...."