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.

Posted for “Sunday Challenge” @ Real Toads

Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United