Night – Kitty Michelle's Universe

On the sand
I doth carve love
In round glyphs,
simple verses chanted at dusk

Naked
I got no stars in my pockets
Standing
staring at the face of the nascent evening
In our shore, illuminated by the bonfires

I chant for us, beaten,
yet stronger than the pulsing youth we had
which one day will end
Yet it’d us created,
us, now by this ardent fire
On this shore
under the the nascent moon
and the dancing flames.

Tell me You want me happy.
Whisper me that and under my skin
a sweet wild river for you will dance
my woman spirit
and Your mouth will drink it
quenching our thirst.

Tell me of my place, as me say Yours
you are my within burning torch
Tonight, in the shade the burning sphere
under this nascent moon
Of a springtime night

Feel the happiness you own,
if You just spread Your winged arms
to collect my heart, my glyphs
Your sadness will be past, such as mine

Turned into a nova of falling stars.
lighting the shore,
where once there was a little fire

The evening is mild, yet cold
a man, under the street light,
whistles at the sound of a tune
it is an old song,
a tune that seems to come
from a distant time.

We do not even know why, but we stop,
our every thought slowly fades,
the ones we thought we couldn’t delay
the ones that seemed so important.

We stop,
we do pretend we are waiting for someone,
we smile at ourselves, so silly, but we stop.
Not a word, we do smile, stare, and listen.
We stand there and we watch the man:
a silhouette, his whistling,
it flies us in a distant world.

Breathing, inhaling, we feel small
there is a tear wanting to wet our eyes.
We do feel small, very small
small like those tears, reflecting the city lights.
We do feel that small
and it makes us feel like giants.

His music fades,
a girl approaches the man.
The young man stops whistling,
he stops singing, he smiles.

He takes her hand,
not a word,
but a smile and a kiss.
Like voyeurs we see them,
walking away, together.

We stay there, for a little while,
no words are needed.
We watch the pillar
the place where the man was.

We take our hands to each other’s eyes
and we caress the surfaced tears.

A smile, arise on both you and me
it draws on you like fresh brushes of life

We take each others tear on each others lips,
And we know the evening will be perfect.

Tag: Night

Hymn

A Lamp, A Pillar, An Evening