Night is velvet soft as silence descends
on thrumming busy roads so still at last;
the day’s dull cares and worries long since past,
time to rest, time to reflect make amends.
Night is velvet soft it wraps us around,
time to make love, time to sleep, time to dream;
our quiet times together it would seem
are the night time hours when peace is found.
Lying silently in each others' arms;
sometimes wakeful most times sleeping we rest
but over all perfect silence for lest
we break the spell; robbing night of her charms.
Just your gentle breathing disturbs the night;
all else is silence until morning's light.
Comments
jennifer | January 14, 2009 - 21:19
My favourite line is the first; there is a softness that pervades this, beautiful words indeed.
I think you need a comma in the first line of the 2nd stanza, though, and each others' - apostrophe?
J x
Nathan Bednarek | January 14, 2009 - 23:02
A beautiful poem Val. Very enchanting with that rare spark of dreamlike peace. I feel like I'm drifting when i read this poem. I agree with Jen- the 1st line is pure perfection and I would add that the last two lines are very beautiful. Jen is also right about those two little mistakes. The poem really is beautiful. Well done.
Nathan.
Jasper_Milvain | January 16, 2009 - 21:51
Congrats form me too - it reminds me a bit of Edna St. VIncent Millay.