Christopher Withers

Endless Night - Poem by Christopher Withers

words elude my breaking sight,
dream, and dreams of forms
bear might.
built and forged upon the light, now -
it fails, consumed by night.

aloof the babe at mother breast,
forged a world, upon its flesh.
lines and form, subdued in sense,
amorphous matter - cracked and rent.

are true the words, which mask seeming?
or void held gaze, and lack of dreaming?
a man, a man, in restless slumber,
context born of lust and hunger.

can we see, a world past sight?
strip away the egos might?
a star, a star, throws out its light,
grasping for
the endless night.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

semiotics and zen

Comments about Endless Night by Christopher Withers

  • Tia AttwoodTia Attwood (2/13/2016 11:17:00 PM)

    What a lovely poem, striving to make our dreams a reality, even in hard times, never give up hope.

    Lovely poem


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  • Gajanan MishraGajanan Mishra (2/13/2016 7:44:00 PM)

    star and endless night, I am hungry really.. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 13, 2016

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