Someone is Writing

Someone's writing....
In the twilight...
A silver pen,
sparkling like Orion,
in the overwhelming night...

 

Someone grasps it firmly,
and immortalizes dreams...
Thoughts into words...
For this writer knows...

 

Some of the words are dripped ink,
from the silver pen's kiss on parchment...
Some of the words reach it as tears,
liquid memories,finding another way out...

 

The writer curls each letter
in a different way,entangled...
He wants to have tried everything,
before his ink runs out...

This writer knows,
as his hands are shaking...
And his heart is aching...
Alas!He knows...

 

And night still flows...
Like a silky veil
being played by the wind...
Whispering the children to sleep...

He's all alone,
and yet he isn't...
He can feel the air thickening,
the most vivid illusion approaching..

 

The lamp is waning..
so is the writer...
So is this night,
that will never be the same..

''All things must pass away''
......he wrote...

 

And Stopped.

 

As did the breeze,
as did the scratching sound of a silver pen,
as did his breath...and along with it....mine.

And only then did dawn break out,
and the Moon fled to the West...
And the Sun lays his rays on his frozen chest...
But the willow casts her shadow over him,
to leave him the way Orion left him...

And the breeze comes back for a swift second,
and carries away his parchment up high...
An unread text,but,for how long until gravity wins?

 

Someone is now writing...
Of someone...who wrote long ago...
And now she leaves her pen down,
and stands up...
Slides down the marble stairs...
Into the garden...Out of the garden...
Out of the city...out of its walls...
Over the poppy field...over the mountains...
Into the Gates of Night...

To claim the lullaby,
written only for her....
So she can finally lay her head down
and surrender....
to
the
sweetest
slumber....

And see him once more.

Reviews

[The Lone Wolf Prose]

This was quite a remarkable piece. The imagery that you simply wrote took me as reader away and I became that writer, became the night, became all the whimsical feelings that you portrayed. My breathe literally caught in my chest when you put that sudden halting phrase "And Stopped". It was such a fluent piece that that stopping action was very craftily put. This piece was like reading a kaleidoscope of color, feeling, and emotions and it was beautiful. I look forward to reading more from you! Keep up the excellent work.
~LoneWolf

[wolfkat93]

wow this is a very powerful peice I am moved

[Antonio Valentino]

Arianna, this one just broke my heart. I haven't the proper words to respond to it right now...

... just know, that it resonates in me like gentle breeze through a feather aflight...

You have been missed.
Richard xx