The Wings of Night

The comforting sound of a pen
clicks itself to life
bringing ancient thoughts
back to the present.

Moonshine casts her silvery glow
over a sea of frozen shadows
where centurions will soon
creak and groan feeling
winter’s ice cold nip around
their naked splendour
yet,
will never leave their place
on guard, loyal to the secrets
long hidden ‘neath that spread
of buried life.

The paper meets a silent longing
(imaginary and real)
as evening falls soft upon
the wings of night
and my thoughts await
a symphony of spring

~*~

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Shared with dVersePoets OpenLinknight #18
Poetry Pantry #75

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

24 thoughts on “The Wings of Night”

  1. It’s almost as if you have a magic pen, but it’s a wand most of us own. There’s reading and there’s writing, both serves as portals to other places, times. I think I caught a glimpse of a time or a place of fantasy or history. Beautiful.

  2. long hidden ‘neath that spread
    of buried life. Love this.

    Some nice metaphor, as is the surface picture as well.

    Thanks

  3. nice…i really like that middle stanza, it creates a new way of looking at it…i love the autumn but the winter can be such a hard time…i wait for spring as well…and try to enjoy the frozen death as much as i can…

  4. So the pen is forcing me to click it to life, how rude is that?..haha I wish it could erase winter and bring on spring, now that would be something.

  5. Hi dt, I like how the pen clicks itself to life and also how it ends on a note of hope, enjoyed reading.

  6. As the wings of night unfold, more ancient memories are resurrected, the intense longing grows even heavier, the paper almost groan, almost unable to bear the pain in silence….

    This is brilliant my friend! I love it so much 😀

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