Slipped into bed and began to review,
The year that had gone, with a distant view.
Sky, a shade of grey pearls, on full moon night.
On last day and hour of year, ah, so bright.
As clock struck twelve, and crackers erupt.
Revellers cheered and sang, ushered in first.
Watching the sky show from my windowpane
Was filled with delight, touched by song’s soft strains.
Became oblivious to outside din.
And conversed with my celestial kin.
I can’t miss my appointment with night.
Just can’t retire early try as I might.
The night and quiet serenade and revive
Body and spirit, wake up feeling alive.
I can’t miss my appointment with night. Just can’t retire early try as I might. The night and quiet serenade and revive Body and spirit, wake up feeling alive....Wonderful write....I think, as we grow older that is what we all do...excellent
Became oblivious to outside din. And conversed with my celestial kin. I would add, Then in a perfect state of trance Silently, with my kin, I sang and danced. CP
And night became a prince for you saying 'O earthly charm of heavenly muse Adorn O! Adorn thy lips on thee' And make this night a night forever.......Awesome write madame
a new year...a new and alive refreshed by a lovely sleep
You keep your appointment with the night with grace, fragility, and beauty. Very soothing to the soul, dear Mamta.10/10. Love, Sandra
threads of messages woven in this gossamer of profound silence lovely theme!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silence is a very powerful medium. You are one of the lucky ones who can decipher the message from silence.