I dream of a night without dawn
One where blizzards and snowstorms and meteor showers
Make it suffocatingly bright.
I dream of black days after black days
Strung together with moonlight
As delicious as popcorn balls
And planetary light as fat and round
As ornaments strung up on a pine.
The dream of dark nights whispers to me
On the cold, damp wind whistling through
Cracks in the windows
And the gaps of deciduous trees.
Is there a promise on the snow flurrying about?
Am I discerning words that say the dark night will come
And bring bitter cold, blazing stars, and burning fires?
Or is the wind just muttering again?
Dreaming just like me?
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (4)
Reading your poem on a snowy day is even better! Great job.
Very unique and helps one see that you like the winter season.
Crisp & cold. Beautiful visuals. Applicable to many many things.
Each line of this was amazing, I can’t pick a favourite. It was so alluring start to finish!