it is the night i walk,
in search of the day...
perhaps the wind i feel,
and the brotherhood of trees.
the worship of the feminine,
the gateway and the path.
made drunk by beauty,
maddened with desire.
yet still as the mountains,
sipping time by the moment.
the bare foot in the mud,
the feather by the door.
the birth of the child,
the death of the father.
it is the night i walk...
because that's who i am!
inspired by one of Patti's poems!
Hey, I'm thrilled if I inspired this in any way. That is really something. Going right on the favored poem list pronto! That's why I love reading poetry; I'd be all out of ideas soon if I never read (good) other poets. Keep on writing, Eric..wonderful stuff
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem, to be inspired by another poet is a great feeling.