Poetry: Night Enters With Curious Feet
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Night Enters With Curious Feet
With curious feet the night enters with beauty in her eager eyes
As love speaks to the ocean of hearts, she has touched
The moon glides by quietly before the eyes of men
And I can see your face held by the fingers
Of my hope, once again
In the eyes of peaceful angels with shining hair of molten gold
I can see those shores of all great happiness and joy
Held by a loyal hand, proclaiming there is love
And such a sweet delight rains down
To my heart, from above
I stand here within the comfort of my silken thoughts of you
While such unmatchable tenderness appears in place
Speaks to me of memories I can always find
While breathing in night’s sheer beauty
With my own heart in kind
I see your face, if only for a moment, as the other half of me
As I lay here watching night enter with curious feet
Love sweetly touches my heart in a rush
Tells me to close my tired eyes
Sleep, dear one, shush
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
Night Enters With Curious Feet
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Don’t you shush me!!!….;-)
Not entirely sure what ‘curious feet’ are….I doubt my feet would be described as curious anyroad…
Never the less…a talent to write so beautifully is always to be nurtured and appreciated.
This particular heathen finds himself enraptured…(that’s ‘en’raptured not raptured before you start on about bloody Jesus and looking after dogs and cats abd stuff again)…;-)
Nice one blue eyes x
“Night enters with curious feet” extraordinary phrase, got me thinking.
Really nice words here. Much food for thought Neva, and thanks again.
Another beauty from the wonderful Neva. I love these.