This is my first, and it turned out to be a love poem. Don't ask me why, but it did. I have been reading a good deal of Shakespeare lately, however.
The Night
Tis not the night we fear amongst ourselves
But the separation that doth riddle our hearts;
And it is this haunting enigma that aches our being,
Shedding tears to beckon light shed this gloom,
Thereafter to live again in arms, in hopes of
The union of peculiar souls lasting eternity.
And then the night shall dance bright before us,
As we hold unto each the light of each other.
To love, to praise, to kiss, and embrace futurity still,
Holding caressingly our hearts in others wills.
thoughts?
The Night
Tis not the night we fear amongst ourselves
But the separation that doth riddle our hearts;
And it is this haunting enigma that aches our being,
Shedding tears to beckon light shed this gloom,
Thereafter to live again in arms, in hopes of
The union of peculiar souls lasting eternity.
And then the night shall dance bright before us,
As we hold unto each the light of each other.
To love, to praise, to kiss, and embrace futurity still,
Holding caressingly our hearts in others wills.
thoughts?