The night is calm, the world so still, The heart beats soft, yet bends to will. In shadows deep, the spirit tries, To find the truth where silence lies.
By Emma 5 months ago in Poets
Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow, The restless tides still come and go. Each wave, a tale it longs to weave, Of nights that dreamers dare to believe.
Beneath the hush of summer skies, Small lanterns wake before our eyes. They blink like stars that chose to roam, And make the shadows feel like home.
At the edge where the land meets the sea, Stands a tower watching silently, Its lantern swings with a gentle grace, Searching the dark for a long-lost face.
The clouds once roared with restless might, They chased the day and drowned the night, Yet none could hear the whispered hue,
Beneath the frost, the roots still dream, Of gentle rain and silver stream, They whisper low through frozen ground, Of days when blossoms will be found.
Between the dusk and morning light, There lies a bridge of silver night, It hums with steps that came before, Yet waits for feet to cross once more.
I found your name in the quiet rain, A soft reminder, sharp with pain, The ink had blurred, yet still it stayed, Like truths too heavy to be displayed.
The night was heavy, the air was still, A shadow clung to the windowsill, The stars looked on but dared not speak, While the moon grew faint, and pale, and weak.
There’s a house at the edge of the fading lane, Its windows pressed with dust and rain, The paint is cracked, the roof leans low,
The storm had passed with a roaring might, It left the earth in a softer light. The sky still held a fading fight, But hope returned in colors bright.
In silent woods where shadows play, The whispers come at close of day. They tell a tale in soft array, Of broken dreams that find their way.
