The curtain pulls-a shadow in the dim lights revealed.
And he shines so much brighter than the whispers of flame
surrounding him.
His eyes are the mirrored moon
with the heat of the day;
his smile radiant and passionate.
He leads, center stage, the brightest star.
The object of desire,
subject of intoxication in my soul.
He speaks, playing his role-
the romance in my eyes,
the smile in my heart.
My mind sings, imprinting this picture,
inhaling this pleasure into my lungs.
There's a rush through my body,
each sole capillary burning with awareness.
And in the midst of this mind-numbing performance,
only one thought echoes,
one bolt of knowledge
shoots to the tips
of my nerve cords:
I'm breathing again,
after too long I finally feel
alive
Author notes
My 'add' button is rusted. This is what came out and I won't disrupt the creative flow. I'm afraid to lose this slightest muse because I havent written in so love.. I'm scared I can't anymore. I'm not expecting to have fans anymore. But if I still do, I thank you so very much for still reading and caring enough to look. I love you people.
And no I'm not in love with anyone, this wasnt inspired by a particular soul, more the moon last night as the clouds pulled away.. I thought of how the night never fails to come, soothing the sorrow, the pain of the day.. Cold and dark, not black yet so blue. I can hide then, sleep and wake up refreshed for the next day. I think that's what this is about.. Having a safe point to curl up and comfort myself.
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Interesting... I feel something very similar, though not for the night. For me it's the sky. It's always there, no matter where you are, what you do or feel. It's just there, waiting to be watched, so it can show off the complex combinations of colors it can create.
You still continue producing great writes. Nicely put together, it flows rather well and caputres the very essence of the moment appropiately.
Oh, and never be afraid to write about anything. You're talented with words, and have avoided cliché for a while now. Give yourself another chance, I believe you'll be surprised at what comes out.
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You still have your passion for the sky. Good.
I still attempt to write. That wont change because I've lost my muse. I force a few lines out here and there.
Poetry is my thing and I hope that when inspiration comes back to me, I can keep improving.
Thanks for the comment and hope you're doing well.
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amazingly lovely dear !!!!!*hear*
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This is wonderful, it made me remember something good from my past which is astonishing, very good read keep it up!
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