Desmond Blaine

Rookie (25.10.1989. / Dubrovnik)

Bonne Nuit - Poem by Desmond Blaine

and the night takes all, my dear.
dreamcatcher overloaded
and you are left empty.

silence is everything, my dear.
no sounds, no touches
on your skin ivory.

and as your hair becomes alive
in light of flaming torches,
the ghosts asleep for aeons long
might on this night awake.

an elegy of night, fulfilling,
takes place of a guiding hand.
beware, my child, of silent moon,
for he must always lie.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 21, 2013

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