Walk

Day light departs
The street lights become a-part of the city loom
A Pacific swell grooms the air
Walking along the waters edge
The stone coast reflecting a ledge,
which the mind believes is real

Feel the Fall fog fall upon the skin of the Earth
Searching for love is a new birth
Fate following cloaked in the shadows

Blurry vision

Someone's coming

Unforeseen circumstance
Uncommonly familiar

Closer

Closer

Closer

Big eyes showing the Moon

Could it be? Has it always been?

Dark hair
curvy as an "S" turn
desire yearns
Lurking inside with a feeling of deja vu

I know you

Silence
Then a whisper

The sound of early morning birds

Pitch as the night descends

Still standing with a wide open lens

Knowing love never leaves the heart in the dark
as she has made her mark

Author's Note

Thank You!

Reviews

Such a deep wonderful heartfelt write, full of trust, love, great devotion, and inner knowledge. She must be a wonderful person... as she bloomed even with an open lens, as you can catch thunders with it, to phrase the art of reflection. Wonderfully write, and the music is breathtaking ♥ Such a beautiful write......European hats off!

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

I love this is, I love every breathtaking line. The beauty of your metaphors are outstanding and I think that's incredible the intensity you bring in this poem

100/100

[Empirik]

Thank you for all the great reviews!

To answer a couple questions asked about the inspiration. Yes, it is deeper than any memory or new love. Actually, I recently have lost love in more than one way, and gained some back, also in more than one way. The women coming is both new love and fate. She is left open for the reader to interpret as they will, however, she exsits. I am an introvert by nature, but am no rookie to the stage, and would gladly accept all types of gifts. :)

I think you are all right and very supportive.

[Between the grey]

such a heartfelt deep piece. Enjoyed the read.

[snickerdoodle]

-the opening and parts really capture city life at night....and walkers running into blurry visions that come into focus as familiar. my fave lines are...:
Day light departs
The street lights become a-part of the city loom
A Pacific swell grooms the air
Walking along the waters edge
...
.Blurry vision
Someone's coming...
Closer..
I know you...
Silence
Then a whisper..

The sound of early morning birds...

[Gabrielle Travis]

I read this in silence at first. It definitely held its own alone. But after I injected your music selection, I felt a deeper intensity with this piece. I wondered if this was indeed about a person? If so, was it love newly met or an imparted memory of what once was? Could this possibly be deeper than that? A solitary moment where connection was made with nature? This artform is so introspective and personal to its maker, that sometimes its hard to discern. What is symbolic and what is face value, much like dreams. You have a wonderful manipulation with words and of conveying that raw human quality. I find it refreshing that this spark (poetry) of creative expression is not dead to the male heart of this century. Me thinks if thou lived in the age of great bards...many a petticoat and corset would have been thrown at your stage! lol
Very well done Sir ;-)