Night Out

[Pendragon]

With my last one of these being amittedly a bit of a turkey, (the rewrite was better,) hopefully this one will be passable!



Night Out

The night has a voice that sings in each sigh of the wind.
She is lit by the fire that smolders deep in a wild animal’s eyes,
and I cannot wait to be welcomed by her wonder again…

The moon floats in a bath of fog, evoking memories of somewhere, somewhen—
maybe the answer will drift along by and by.
The night has a voice that sings in each sigh of the wind.

She speaks to me like a lover, pear-shaped darkness makes me listen,
the pulse of a quasar is the blink of her eye,
and I cannot wait to be welcomed by her wonder again…

The wind rustles her jeweled skirt as she pauses to bend
and caress my brow with her fingers; a gentle kiss like a butterfly.
The night has a voice that sings in each sigh of the wind,

a wonderful soprano, rising faultlessly in pitch until it blends
with the universe, the chorus catches notes and holds high:
and I cannot wait to be welcomed by their wonder again…

I feel so insignificant beside the vastness of Night as I spend
another “date” with my Lady. I am one lucky guy!
The night has a voice that sings in each sigh of the wind.
and I cannot wait to be welcomed by her wonder again…

Pendragon
4/9/08

[symphony]

The first line made the poem. :thumbs_up

[dibyendra]

Dear Pen,
I found intense poetic expressions here in your poem. There are several stanzas which are really breathtaking. This is one of my favorite poem of yours. Such a wonderful job Pen. I really appreciate this poem of yours. :thumbs_up

With love and warm regards,
Dibyendra

[V.Jayalakshmi]

:) Dear Pendragon,

Yes, the night out was very stunning.Here is mine,another imagery.Please comment.
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Night Out.
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I see the stars.jewelled skirt of the night,

Twinkling it called a celebration still in abundance.

The milky way was the night's waistband,

The moon spreading a glow that is soothing.

The party is on,guests arriving slowly stepping in.

The ballroom is sparkling with the twinkling guests,

In pairs and in groups and solo too.

I am the wanderer,out of step and in pain,

For I am the day slowly dying a heated existence.

I envy the night for its wandering guests,

with archaic eye brows raised at my feeble glow.

I swear,I will meet you my love at dawn,

With my jewel all aglow and you tender at my feet.

Have I scored?Oh! No! Never for I shall be conqured ,

Again by a Night's darkened eyes and bejewelled skirt.

Jaya.

[JBI]

Jaya, there is no need to hijack every thread.

[Pensive]

Nice poem out there Pen!

[Pendragon]

Very much appreciated, Pensy! And Sy, I'm glad that first line hooked you in! Thanks a lot, Dibby! Sorry I don't get back, I'm still rather sickly, but I'm tough, will hang in there! :thumbs_up