The Black Poem
The dark night sky deprived of Love on a new
moon night
With the eyes that have lost the light I saw
the beauty of the darkness surrounding the light like a silhouette.
Oh what a beauty the darkness is I wondered
Like Kitsune - At times making Love, causing sweet pain, drinking the tears flowing from the silent eyes, feeding on drunk memories, like a child knocking on the doors of the past and disappearing, spinning poems whilst the world sleeps, getting lost in the thoughts brewing from gazing at the closed eyes, hiding the book of poems that were meant to be sung out loud, bringing back the dead and locked away souls, broken keepsakes...
What a beauty the darkness is!
Teach the child to embrace and Love darkness said the poet
what do you hide behind the darkness asked he. Learn to play in the darkness, under the dark skies said he for the time will come when the night queen will embrace the rich red Sun to be lost forever and the stars find a way into the farthest galaxies while the black poems will brew by the lakes of the lonely dark skies.
How romantic said I. The beauty of darkness sung in poems by the one dark sky. A dark poem about the lost light, about the beauty of darkness.
Lets sing the song, about the child in the darkness said he. Get the keys said he. How long has it been since the doors were shut and the dark poems locked away? Lets sing them out, for the urge to follow light has faded away. Ever wondered how the light manipulates the darkness? Bright when the Lord is up in the sky, changing colors during the night depending on whether or not She appears. The light will eventually fall in love with the light while the sky remains the same. A constant, said he.
There we gathered, the me dressed in blue, green, violet,grey,red and white. The me in 10,15,17,21,24 and 28 when the dark sky started singing. "A calling" - follow the tune said he. Into the beauty of the darkness we followed with our poems. IS this fright asked the kid? Am not old enough to distinguish but i believe its pain said the young man while the poet sang along.
What is love asked the teen? Will eventually understand when the poems end for the man knew not what Love meant. Like the mystery it remained unboxed behind the final door. what’s fate asked the teen? What is a dream asked the child? While the poet burst into tears the young man sang along with the dark sky.
Where is the man in the black I wondered? I wonder if he holds the key to the final door and unboxes it. Will he be 30? Or 40? Or just 29? What are you asked the poet? A child or a teen or the young man or the black man you are searching for? Sing along said he, for the song will end when the black poem is written. Why did he not grow with time, the poet, I wondered. Why would he not age with the time? What color does he look like i wondered? Will he ever be old?
I wonder what the final line of the poems would sound like... Sing along for now... Sing with the dark sky...
With the eyes that have lost the light I saw
the beauty of the darkness surrounding the light like a silhouette.
Oh what a beauty the darkness is I wondered
Like Kitsune - At times making Love, causing sweet pain, drinking the tears flowing from the silent eyes, feeding on drunk memories, like a child knocking on the doors of the past and disappearing, spinning poems whilst the world sleeps, getting lost in the thoughts brewing from gazing at the closed eyes, hiding the book of poems that were meant to be sung out loud, bringing back the dead and locked away souls, broken keepsakes...
What a beauty the darkness is!
Teach the child to embrace and Love darkness said the poet
what do you hide behind the darkness asked he. Learn to play in the darkness, under the dark skies said he for the time will come when the night queen will embrace the rich red Sun to be lost forever and the stars find a way into the farthest galaxies while the black poems will brew by the lakes of the lonely dark skies.
How romantic said I. The beauty of darkness sung in poems by the one dark sky. A dark poem about the lost light, about the beauty of darkness.
Lets sing the song, about the child in the darkness said he. Get the keys said he. How long has it been since the doors were shut and the dark poems locked away? Lets sing them out, for the urge to follow light has faded away. Ever wondered how the light manipulates the darkness? Bright when the Lord is up in the sky, changing colors during the night depending on whether or not She appears. The light will eventually fall in love with the light while the sky remains the same. A constant, said he.
There we gathered, the me dressed in blue, green, violet,grey,red and white. The me in 10,15,17,21,24 and 28 when the dark sky started singing. "A calling" - follow the tune said he. Into the beauty of the darkness we followed with our poems. IS this fright asked the kid? Am not old enough to distinguish but i believe its pain said the young man while the poet sang along.
What is love asked the teen? Will eventually understand when the poems end for the man knew not what Love meant. Like the mystery it remained unboxed behind the final door. what’s fate asked the teen? What is a dream asked the child? While the poet burst into tears the young man sang along with the dark sky.
Where is the man in the black I wondered? I wonder if he holds the key to the final door and unboxes it. Will he be 30? Or 40? Or just 29? What are you asked the poet? A child or a teen or the young man or the black man you are searching for? Sing along said he, for the song will end when the black poem is written. Why did he not grow with time, the poet, I wondered. Why would he not age with the time? What color does he look like i wondered? Will he ever be old?
I wonder what the final line of the poems would sound like... Sing along for now... Sing with the dark sky...
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