May 242012
When night falls, a dark blanket,
casting round enchanted spells;
My lowly soul, its respite finds
in her bosom so warm and swell…
My grieving mind and lonely heart
they cast their fears far-far behind.
I close my eyes and fly away,
a gallant knight to my cause true;
My fantasies, they become real
as she spreads her rosy hue…
My heart is glad, my soul is gay
for all my fears she calmly stills.
But when the dawn barges in…
Spiraling through realmless space,
it ushers in reality…
Cruel hands, they smack my face
for I am guilty, guilty as sin
to wish night lasted eternity!
The morning after Dark huh?…
Nice Lines….Well done…$ß
Another Lover of the night,huh? Too bad it doesn’t last for longer.
It’s said that joy comes in the morning, but sometimes, it takes away the peace of the night- seaming peace I would say.
Very nice poem, straight to the point.
@edydeyemi
Nice one.
Unlike you, I wish night never existed ‘cos I hardly sleep and in some way fear the dark.
Beautiful write. Keep writing @edydeyemi
On one level I hear a lonely cry…the cry of one whose object of affection is only real at night. Something needs to be done.
Lovely poem
Teeehehehe…Nice…