I used to listen to the sound of Night carving trees in my yard

I used to listen to the sound of Night carving trees in my yard 

As Night touched 
What's perched in the leaves
took shape and came into life:
A face afloat above dusted Oblivion, 
a hand reaching for Love pulsing with the Heart 
Of Dark . . .

More 
and more; I could not tell them all 
And I saw myself fluttering wings
Flying in the dark Void as well
Just like I had been doing this all the time
On the wings of Word 
Heading for somewhere unknown - There
Many were familiar 
Everything was new . . .
 
Day became longer and paler
After a tree was completed
But Night has never been tired of looking for another one, and 

Then I turn to You.

@2005 - 2022

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• I hear ya, the figurative wings could imply lost minds,,,, -移花接木- ♂ (0 bytes) () 08/12/2022 postreply 13:11:32

• nice sketch! perfectly scaled -移花接木- ♂ (0 bytes) () 08/12/2022 postreply 13:12:23

• Thank you!:) -影云- ♀ (0 bytes) () 08/12/2022 postreply 16:56:02

• A dream-like poem. 也应该发表在外国人的诗歌网站，看看那些外国诗人怎么评价 -妖妖灵- ♀ (0 bytes) () 08/12/2022 postreply 20:15:36

• 有意境， 美！ -xiaoruo- ♀ (0 bytes) () 08/12/2022 postreply 20:29:43