The Night Takes Flight Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

The night takes flight on a blackbird’s wing
nesting within the curve of my spine.
I feel the gentlest fluttering
as though your spirit were touching mine.

Memory shapes the touch of your ghost
like the ocean wind walking the beach
smoother than silk and sweeter than most
transporting whispers just beyond reach.

A breathless breathing and skin on skin
and words without logic start to rise.
I am without you; and you within,
cloaked in the velvet behind my eyes.

The night takes flight on a thunderbolt
and strikes the drum-beat of pouring rain
as clouds and starlight begin to molt
hugging the silence across the plain.