Date: 27.09.2007
Time: 3:50 a.m.
Misty grey clouds
Gracefully traverse the expanse
Of a semi-dark sky of night
A silvery orb
Shows itself amidst these
And casts gleaming moonlight bright
The stillness of the air
Steals her slumber
After some moments of confused dreaming
She stands silently
Watching the night
Awaiting the faraway morning.
Those colours take
Many moments to shift
From one grey shade to another
The moon stares back
In sharp contrast
Through the smoky concealing cover
That wanderer gazes
With a gaze intense
Pondering over black and white hues
She stands silently
Watching the night
Awaiting the morning blues.
Sleep is lost
To the serenity of greys
Over dreams of perplexing colour
The veneer of moonlight
Tricks her into ease
As she succumbs to its charming power
Restive mind finds peace
In the monochrome sky
And the full moon’s calming rapture
She stands silently
Watching the night
Awaiting the morning’s capture.
End: 4:15 a.m.
9 comments:
Very well written. Reminded me of them classic poets.
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loved the ending lines...
beautiful!
It has a deep meaning. Very well written indeed.
brilliant
love it :P,need i say more about how good you write?:)
insomnia...do i know what it is about....not in contact for a long time...how's life???
Well done, m'dear. Captures the lost thoughts that every one of us feel when we're on that boat.
Staying still -- awake -- during an unholy hour can be my refuge sometimes. It is when I'm one with my thoughts and perhaps, the only time I can be one with them.
You Are A Clone!
You talk about the loveliness of solitude.
I like! I like!
I have only on thing to say:
This is a painting in words.
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