Lovely Night, sweetest night…
Headache flees from your sight…
In the dark where fear is gone…
Misery is not so strong…
Pain is king under the sun….
gallivanting having fun….
But when the black comes out to play…
throbbing ache does race away…
Lying now with curtains drawn…
Listening to some sad song….
wishing it to breathe its last….
Become a memory of the past…
——-
David L. Whitman 04/26/2012 from under a sky so blue…
The poem and the photos are neck to neck, in dgree of excellence. Thanks for sharing Nonoy Manga
I’m glad you liked…thank you for reading:)
the title and the content contradicts to each other,but i liked it that way…lovely night yet full of weary thoughts, balance of nature indeed ๐
have a great night ๐
Hi Jymiely:) Exactly…It’s lovely but so weary
I do love the title. Perfect contradiction of memory.
For it does not see it’s true mesmerizing weary beauty.
Amazing poem DAVE ; )
Believe me it’s a weary poem…hehe…thank you, Mari…
Agree that fear is gone during the night. There is a feeling of security..
Yes. Kind of like a blanket. However it is probably the time that all the crazy thoughts come in my head. Lol
soothing yet it has a restless insomnia feel to it. But very pretty as usual.
we are talking headache….and insomnia…bad combo….how are you kim?
I’m good and you. Reading emails as usual. Wrote this morning. it’s posted.
I commented on the beautiful one about your mom
Humm! I’ve been reading so much in the last couple of hours. Let me go refresh my memory ๐