give me a foggy sky, and night
come rising
moving away from
sun’s penumbra
into the shadow
of true dark
oh, such sanity
impart and calm
my mind bestirr’d
oh, come and dissolve
me, whole
let me become
just skin & soul
give me a foggy sky, and night
come rising
moving away from
sun’s penumbra
into the shadow
of true dark
oh, such sanity
impart and calm
my mind bestirr’d
oh, come and dissolve
me, whole
let me become
just skin & soul
the night brings peace, the shadows
concealing visage does fade
my night soul holds sway
and I long for the shadow
all through the day –
living diurnal though truly
nocturnal, this body I’m in needs
some Sun.
but oh, in the night, I take flight from
this form
i become both the wind & the sea
I am storm
where I will be next,
I cannot comprehend
but let it be darkness
i am so well within it :
to be in the shadow is the ultimate
gift & aye, I am Nightborn
no doubt
myself, I am strongest
when My Dark does flow out
stretching like some
ignominious nightcat
claws sinking into the
place where the Night’s at….
roll, leave asunder
the dark traced with lightning :
feel then the thunder, the
vibration of dark
i know i would therein thrive
with all of my heart.
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know the shadows, each to claim –
we know no two are quite the same
you find your soul within the night
open, without compromise
choose your own illumination : provide
the setting for Your Sensations
building to a peak & sigh
such shadow lovers, you & I Continue reading
waking, ah…a rising to the surface
& an irritant, methinks the purpose is…
one known and known again ;
a ragged stuttering of pen
and ink on paper, a poem incomplete
on and on I venture,
this me who seeks to speak
Night then, self to carry, weary – wrangled woe
into the span of shadow
behind the Earth’s back, tucked in close
Sunlight cannot reach me :
oh, so much the Night can teach me
It quiets chatter from all ‘sellers’ and the
screens, my gods they lie
even mirrors queer the visage : bound to
psychologic missives
How to Look & How to Dress
eroding self esteem
without all doubts
mirrors, magazines & screens
None mean a single thing, they don’t equate
they are never in my dreams
and rightly so : there is no contemplation
of reflections where I go.
bring me Night, with fingers touch
in shadow I am quite enough
None into Dream can Follow
Nightsong Sigh, a soul unspooling
neither vain nor hollow
escape the pain of the form in which
i needs dwell : listen, shhh… She Calls
ah, the Night knows me so well.
we meet as in ritual, twilight Her Venue
baptism in darkness, thus
Life can Continue
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