Friday 1 July 2011

The Warm Night

The warm night encases the light like a thousand fireflies in a jar,
The beginning of summer reflects off the coast, far.
The salty winds carry a message, strongly worded,
In the skies its left to be decoded.
Across the vast expanse of empty space,
Lingers a thought that one could not encase.
Words unspoken run through the streets,
Like broken jukeboxes with spurts of random beats.
A summer night eluded with mystery,
Weighing heavy with undiscovered history.
Somewhere a clock ticks slowly,
And somewhere the tower bell echoes lowly.

The raindrops linger on the leaves a while,
Before they begin their dance so versatile.
The green around pops with colour,
And we look around waiting to discover.
Underneath the moss it seems,
There are a thousand dreams.
Below the bridge over the river that flows,
I sense the currents and tides that rose.

The warm night is such a delicate feat,
It encloses me in its sublime treat.
Attempting to grasp its tiny nuances,
I am mesmerized.
Floating away into a never land,
I find my hand in your hand.

Walk with me now?
And I promise to show you how,
This night is tranquil and calm,
And exuberant with charm.

The warm night encased the light like a thousand fireflies in a jar,
The rain tricked off leaves and fell not to far,
Cool breezes blew the mysteries away,
And from this magic it was impossible to stray,
In its transformation I find my escape,
Simply foreseeing it as fate,
I run through these images in my mind,
In my heart they settle in time.

This warm night with its rain holds.
A secret not to be told.