The night wears on
Not a wink of sleep
Smothered by thoughts
I can hardly breathe
It’s a still night
Calm as the new moon
But my mind is awake
Raking up the past
Smudging the present
With scars that wouldn’t wash off
Although the tide is high
And the waves crash upon
The little store of memories
I crave a word from you
A little note or a call
For the house is asleep
And the stars blink high up
It’s your voice
That can put my heart at ease
Like it used to do
When the days were long
And the nights were filled
With whispers and heart-beats
But I know in my heart
My longings are in vain
Your voice is gone
Gone for good.
I want to describe this poem with words like beautiful, lovely, and smooth but there is such pain and loneliness in this that I don't know what to do except give this piece a haunting night sky 10++++++++++++++++++++
It’s your voice That can put my heart at ease A beautiful poem describing the voice that inspires to write a good poem.
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It is a poem on love and pain with touching depiction. Beautifully crafted. The impressive lines are... When the days were long And the nights were filled With whispers and heart-beats But I know in my heart My longings are in vain Your voice is gone Gone for good. Thanks for sharing.