Through the night of orchestrated travels.

On nights like these

dreams travel across the moon

shaking hands with the man,

thoughts just meddle

with stars that shine above

and heaven is where 

the eyes take you.

The mind opens

to the nights' balcony

where the symphonic silence begins,

and you are the conductor.

Seats everyone!

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sorry, i was just "meddling" in your poem...:))))

[andrew mitchell]

You can improve my poems anyday with your meddling.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

someone is sitting in mine, andrew...and i had it reserved...
where is security?

love the "symphonic silence" oxymoron here...
my mind just opened...i am ready for the start of the music...take me to that man on the moon...
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your encouraging words Jacob.

[emmajoy]

' heaven is where .. the eyes take you. .. .. The mind opens .. to the nights' balcony'

Beautiful! Tis how it is on a specially magical night. Gentle movements.. all a'sparkle .. alluring .. heart and mind playing their very own whispers, near silent, near lullabies yet somehow Glorious. Only heavenly neon.. when time.. stands.. still ...

One of your very best.. and there have been so many, andrew.

[andrew mitchell]

Wow! Emma I am touched by your lovely review. A compliment from you is worth a thousand words as you are in a class of your own which we try to reach. Hugs to you and happy Easter!.

[emmajoy]

It's how I felt after reading and imagining how it would feel to be wrapped in those words, in that special near spiritual time, andrew.