Skylight
One wonders what
That lighted window
Shares and with whom
This dark and quiet night
Not tangled webs
For sure
Tho beauty may be found
Therein
But rather
Wondrous woven dreams
Pon which
To while away the night
While mirrors do surely
Marvel from within
A mighty sky view
Star mapped and proud
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Neville (
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Ah a quiet view of night's allure.Sky mapped with stars gives pen all it needs and your lines add the mystery of dreams behind windows - - good read Nev - - poets have incurably curious minds and closed doors or curtained windows do the same for me.
I think I know what you mean my friend... in fact, I certainly hope so.. there is more than just a certain allure there for me anyway.. am so glad you visited today... pop back again later, maybe .... N x
Super descriptive write Neville.
Hey.. thank you Michael... N
The first stanza grabs you, and pulls you along the rest of the pleasant ride.
I enjoyed the read, Nev.
Then I am truly made up and thank you for your more than very much appreciated visit, cheers, Neville
Gentle read, needed greatly before I try to sleep. Thank you kindly
pleasure's mine sleep soundly sir.............
Just popping back to view again those wondrous untangled webs in your beguiling tribute to the lure of star-mapped skies -- a perceptive write Nev. - -
you are a real treat our Fay & i thank you for it....x
The further we look into the night the more profound our dreams become. Good one Neville.
What a lovely thought... thank you GF60... N
The first time I read it, I read it like a metaphor, the skylight, the window to...
The unfathomable, beautiful, dark, exciting, everything and nothing.
Like taking a journey through consciousness.
And I do love the starlit sky.
So after reading the comments I read it and wondered of the window being the thing that shapes perception and makes it all the things it could become. In an endless kind of way.
And then I wondered of that feeling you get when you look up on a clear night. It is just an indescribable feeling. No mirrors or windows. Just straight to the soul.
It was gentle and reached out to me.
that's what I call a win win then... and I thank you for it...
You’re welcome. I overthink things sometimes I think...
A fine write Neville. You see the moon too? Was it made of cheese?!
thank you orchidee.. yes the moon was there, naked.. like a beautiful glowing Gouda
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