Whispering Night

Tender is the night that whispers in my ear,

Gentle is the breath that is stolen from my lips,

My lungs fill with its still chill,

As the cool night strokes my fingertips,

Stars point out the sky so it's never truly black,

The crescent of a moon peaks out from the trees,

A lone fox in its wan light as it wanders down the track,

Tender is this gentle night that whispers on the breeze.

◄ The Door Of Naked Souls

Cruel Mistress ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (21854)

Sun 28th Apr 2019 23:23

Such a beautiful poem which makes you picture it in your mind.

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 14th Apr 2019 19:07

Thanks Mae and thank you Jennifer, just a little viewed moment from the back garden.

J. x

jennifer Malden

Sun 14th Apr 2019 17:53

Really enjoyable! Beautiful language - gentle is the breath that is stolen from my lips - as the cool night strokes my fingertips.

Jennifer

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Mae Foreman

Sun 14th Apr 2019 10:15

Awe! Entrancing! Another good one Jason Thank you 🎈
Mae

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