She is the dark

 

She is the dark where I hide from the sun

She is where I belong

Where unseen is the undone

Where silence is a song

 

She is the dark where I stay awake

Where my nightmares grow old

Where I dream of what I forsake

Where the sun is never cold

 

She is the dark where I never fall asleep

Where I’m always left alone

Where no one hears me weep

Where I await for another dawn

 

She is the dark

Where burns my cigarette

And empty is my cup of coffee

Where dismay I forget

Where I am truly free

She is the dark

Where I gaze into her black hair 

Where darkness makes a shield

Where her breath is the air 

and her eyes are the fields

She is the dark

Where no sense makes sense

A star upon an ark

And still I can’t confess

That she is the dark

Author's Note

Reviews are welcomed .
She is the dark II http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/642761/

Reviews

[Jennifer]

Very Nice!

[The Winter Grey]

Very good poem.

[olla]

I like this very much.. it is a wonder piece but there is one place I found it a bit awkward.. perhaps it is just the way I read it.. I tried "coffee cup" instead of "cup of coffee" and it seemed to flow a little better for me.. what do you think..

[WritersSoul]

She is somewhat a beautiful awkening and yet caressed by the dark :) sounding quite brilliant and unique to the different phases you capture her :)
Beth :3

[bookworm]

This is really quite beautiful...there's such a purity in your voice, a gentle awareness of sorts. You are quite an observant soul in your tender years...I take it you've been here a time or two already....:)

[Seshat Nidaba]

This mesmerized me and was so primal and beautiful, I couldn't help but rating it very high in the tournament. The repetition was like a starving anthem of a thousand generations.

[No use.]

very starry and bright even though she is the dark~ quite resplendent melody created in this piece~ great write!

[Aline S. Iniestra]

Ahhhh dark is so pretty; yet so mysterious, enchanting, deceitful, too. Love the relations established here, and the game between the "she" and the dark". If my mind is not so crazy: "she" as the name given to "dark" itself, or a "she" that is dark". Anyway, this is wonderful poem!

[YouoweYoupay]

A Deep and Dark combination. I loved the way you managed to find suitable rhymes for each of the stanzas. My favourite part:

Where burns my cigarette


And empty is my cup of coffee


Where dismay I forget


Where I am truly free




Enjoyed your poem. Keep writing.

-Wella.

[bluessadmood]

ohh you dont need to tell ,she is that and more..
how i loved some of the lines..
where silence is a song..my nightmares grew old
and my sun was never cold..how could she be the dark
when her eyes are like the fields..and her hair makes a shield
everything is lovely here
lovely write..