Untitled (Paddling under Night)

Paddling this stillness, I broke the silence,
A not unusual night, but the feels are foreign,
Serene light doved high as the sole beauty,
Whilst the oaks themselves as silent watchers,
And cosmic reigns this night with thousand followers,
I merely sat admist it's reflection as another,
Pondering when will my heart fall for another.

- Stu. T.H. (Aug 4, 2023)

Reviews

[DIVYA]

I like being by myself these days. Share the beauty of my existence with no one but myself. Yet, there are nights such as the one you so beautifully described that bring a certain wistfulness for the silence to be shared. I loved the night light compared to a dove and the oaks as silent watchers. It deepens the mystical quality of the night in the poem. These are moments worthwhile, regardless of when or if the heart falls for another. A great poem!

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for coming by~!
This is a rather old poem by certain standards, and back then, I wrote lots about mystifying one's mindful thoughts while being enraptured by surrounding nature, so it's not often seen as prominent in my modern poems. Still, I'm glad you liked it, author DIVYA!