Beneath The Heavens

anonymousblue

All is silent

beneath the heavens:

even the harsh,

twisted voices that

claim my soul,

the bitter demons

which grabbed me

when I was a child.

In this silence,

in the slow procession

of stars and clouds,

I find myself

and am glad to shine

in silver and black.

 

  • Author: anonymousblue (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 15th, 2020 16:41
  • Comment from author about the poem: A little escapism with a touch of joy. I love the moon, the stars and the night as a whole, a time for rest and reflection, for play and regeneration.
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 22
  • User favorite of this poem: A Boy With Roses.
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