The Darkness…
The darkness of night hides our tears,
And moonlight makes our soul long for times forgotten…
The wind calls softly through the trees and brush,
And bids our hearts farewell.
Yea though, a walk on a cloudy night with the mist in our face,
Can bring forth longing so bittersweet,
As to make our eyes well up, with tears unbidden…
Where can a heart seek refuge from memory?
Not in the night,
For the night calls to us on a primeval chord of sad rhapsody…
And without permission, or hearts respond,
Robbing strength from our soul.
The darkness of night hides my return,
To a place of special memories…
Retracing steps taken in a time past, bringing forth sweet recall.
In the darkness we hear voices,
And feel the breeze upon our face…
In the darkness, the feelings return…
But only in this place.
And when in spirit I return, and stand upon this ground,
Will she be here, with unbidden tears…
Will she hear me in the sounds,
Of the darkness…
Ron Walker
Touching words 🙂
Thank you Kathy, I appreciate the comment.
So sad…!!!
Yes, I have to admit that was a tad dark/sad. Thanks for the comment.
Nice work, Ron. You are right about the darkness of the night, and memories. That’s when they come flooding back.
Best wishes, Pete.
Thanks Pete. Your right, memories seem to be stronger at night.
Nicely done, and true.
Thanks, I’m glad you liked it. Thank you for the comment.
Ron you have a real gift for poetry. Such beautiful words. Brilliant. ?
Thank you very much Brigid, they were inspired by real life (most of them) or requests from others.
I especially liked the phrase primeval chord of sad rhapsody. I remember hearing the word bittersweet in high school and feeling so glad that the word existed for the tangled feeling I sometimes had.
Thank you Elizabeth, it seems like I remember both in some literature in school also. It always brings back memories of school.
Beautiful, Ron! And so true.
Thank you very much, I’m pleased you like it. Thanks for the comment/