The hour of grey mists and steady rain
sends my thoughts soaring. I am part
pain and part longing, reflecting upon
the shades of night.
The wind whispers a thousand verses,
ushering cries of newborns and hopes
of estranged lovers.
The mystery overwhelms me as I find
the words and let them sing. I sought
to assuage the pain, embrace the soul-
searching droplets: so that everything
even that which was remotely related,
would heal with the passage of time.
Like an ancient fear turned to dust and
left to fade.
Photo credits: Instagram
Brendan invites us to play tennis with a ghost. I chose to play with Rainer Maria
Rilke and his poem ‘At The Brink Of Night.‘
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Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United