Evenings Much Like This
There is magic in the air tonight
The Earth itself slows its turning
To watch the stars
A wisp of smoke strains for the moon
The river's murmur floods the deepening dark
In the distance, tiny lights glow and sparkle
The fires of brutish men who fear the dark.
The lions do not sleep tonight.
Dreams unthread themselves while tired gods
Doze lazily under cascading spring blossoms
Prayers unravel
A random thought floats in the dusk
A new imagining begins. Fires dim
But still retain a lingering warmth
Something stirs, a sigh
Escapes from somewhere unseen
| Contributors: | N, Beefy, P, de Quincey, L.5nicemetre, Anon., Francine, F. |
| Poem finished: | 1st August 2003. |