The canvas of black
On display each night.
Laced with fluffly clouds
Stars lending them a soft light.
The moon taking centre stage
Its crescent like a smile
A smile we humans have forgotten
and the appreciation for this black glory
that we never consider worthwhile.
Look around, be sensetised
feel the romance, get wrapped up in the aura
and take a magical flight.
I'll make you fall in love
with the nature's wonder called 'Night'
Come with me,
I am offering you an invite.
(8 May,2006)
AHHHH, VERY AMOROUS WRITE, YOUNG LASSIE....STRONG USE OF IMAGERY...CASCADING MOVEMENT LEADING TO A K.O. CLOSE..IO FRANK
very nice! when is the next flight? i suppose you have fled PH or perhaps even Earth by now! :) bri to MyPoemList
So? ... Did you actually invite? ? Did he come? ? You are a perfect artist.... I run short for the words of praises... AMAZED! !
Lovely romantic poem with beautiful images; the canvas of blackness that apears at each night with changed fresh beauties of nature, wrapped in fluffy clouds... a great job, go here is my own poem On The Night read and comment. ON THE NIGHT The beauteous bride dressed in black, Whose fair forehead is adorned, With a huge round piece of gold, Glowing galaxies are fretted, In the combed lustrous dark hair. Always comes out after the sunset, Walks behind the groom of day, With modest gait, blushed shy face, Exposing what revealing light conceals, But hides the frail deeds of humanity. Muhammad Shanazar
i love this. its so magical, so other-wordly. keep up the awsomeness! :)
The night wings open as the moon shines down on a sleeping world dreaming of tomorrow which never comes. a good poem of yours Take care Roy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for inviting me, you were right, but I didn't need to look Preeti, it is all there in your use of words! You have been a busy girl! Peace and best wishes, Aisha