Nights - Poem by Shiloh Thompson
My eyes shined like the stars on the lake,
But you never mentioned it,
Just a girl and boy on that beach that night,
Alone but for the waves and wind,
Singing gently as we swing towards the moon,
Imaginary wings catching updrafts,
Before swinging us back towards the Earth.
I never wanted those summer nights to end,
Wrapped in your protecting arms,
In that pickup truck as black as midnight,
Listening to the night as it sang,
Crickets, frogs, owls and other creatures of night,
Seeing everything but nothing,
As our hearts sang a melody that was only theirs.
Never wanting to visit the realms of dreams,
For my reality was too sweet,
Staying up late whispering on the phone,
Both forgoing sleep for love,
The innocence of those many nights together,
Giving way to the bliss of day,
And the knowledge I could you see in short hours.
But after all of those nights loving you loving me,
The most memorable isn’t beautiful,
Only loathing and hate to make this night bleed,
The memory of that painful occurrence,
The night I realized I had lost the real you forever,
Pushes its way into my mind first,
And banishes away all of those wonderful nights.
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