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Watching the night approach with silent tread
Waiting to clasp his hand.
Waiting for that compassion
That pretends not to notice faults
Of stammering, stumbling, lisping or halts.
Darkness softens, hides, transmutes
Bases qualities into gold
Moonbeams dance on rooftops; it may be
Soon I those rays of light could hold.
But words enter unbidden into my mind.
Like in a tranced love, this liason with you
This dark and unseemly pact I have,
When I can leave all my errors behind.
Did you know that you, the dark,
This warm enveloping darkness, my beloved
Is what I wait for everyday?
Soft lamps, verse, the murmurs and
Rituals that only the sombre can understand;
Now draw the curtain, and hasten:
Come, my beloved, hold my hand.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Kesav Easwaran
(10/9/2009 5:56:00 AM) |
'Darkness softens, hides, transmutes
Bases qualities into gold
Moonbeams dance on rooftops; it may be
Soon I those rays of light could hold'...
your words in these lines dance with the imagery you build up there...pleasing poem Rani...thanks...10
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Patricia Masterman
(10/8/2009 11:27:00 AM) |
This is delicious and solemn and speaks of rituals behind closed doors. Casts a spell on everyone who reads it..thanks Rani.
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Marieta Maglas
(10/8/2009 10:37:00 AM) |
wonderful abstract lyric poem, lovely to read..........10+++++++
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Ian Bowen
(10/8/2009 7:06:00 AM) |
Rani, excellent piece of poetry. A joy to read.10/10
Regards,
Ian
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