Born into the night
Sharp-suited, black
Against the shadows,
Felt your footsteps
Cold and soundless
Tracking,
Each placed deep within my own,
Your breath,
Chill upon my neck
As your words swirled,
Like birds lost in the warmth
Of early winter,
Around my head,
My back sheltered by
The uneasiness of your coat
Wrapped about my shoulders,
Felt your hands eat
Into my formaldehyde mind,
Sowing the seeds for a harvest
Misted by candle-wick days
Which devoured the light
And led the Sun to its
Uneasy bed,
Born into the night
Cut from the promise of light,
Against the shadows
I felt your footsteps.
An older poem that has appeared before but vanished!
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020
Glad it’s back. 😉 re-posted here: https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/08/15/untitled-chris-nelson/
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you. And thanks for the re-post.
Loved the juxtaposition. Well done, Chris.
Thanks, B, I am delighted that you picked up on this and felt that it was effective.
Wow Chris!! This piece is incredible. So good!😊
Thanks Tara, glad you thought so.
Wonderful …
Thank you. I appreciate you reading this. Glad you liked it.
Glad you found it… and that i did too!
Thank you, I really appreciate you taking the time to leave your thoughts – and I am delighted that you enjoyed this.