When the evening is old and soft
The breeze drags into my room
The sea with its reflections, the fish of longing, its algae of sadness.
You murmur: it is the quiet in you
That flows into a place of understanding.
It washes gently the silences of the night.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (Reality (1) by Raquel Angel Nagler )
Top 500 Poems
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
William Ernest Henley