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Open Poetry #48

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Tim
Senior Member

since 1999-06-08

Posts 1794

0 posted 2013-04-26 10:46 PM

Oft I yearn for evening's falling,
Propitious in her silent calling,
To hear her voice on distant wind,
What message will to me she send?
When broken then the sweat of day,
As comes advent of night's display,
A thousand million stars resplendent,
Aglow in welkin sky transcendent.
Would it be that night's caress,
Would softly swirl as silken tress,
Upon mine brow in gentle kiss,
As of her touch I reminisce.
Unguent oil of dark's illusion,
Is night but a mere allusion?
From forth the depths of heaven cast,
Caressing me with muses past,
I wait for her in trepidation,
O' how I ache for evening's falling,
Propitious in her silent calling.

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

1 posted 2013-04-28 02:17 AM

Very beautiful, Tim.

Owl

Joyce Johnson

Member Rara Avis

since 2001-03-10

Posts 9912
Washington State

2 posted 2013-04-28 07:23 PM

Nicely done Tim. Very beautiful. Love, joyce

Michael

Moderator

Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

3 posted 2013-04-28 08:13 PM

Splendid in its aspect of longing, and the true beauty of that being longed for. I really enjoyed this one.

Michael

Lighthousebob
Member Elite

since 2000-06-14

Posts 4725
California

4 posted 2013-04-30 01:25 PM

I appreciate how your poem honors the evening and its muses and your affection for them all. Enjoyed!

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

5 posted 2013-05-08 10:21 PM

Fine writing...James

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