night is me, she says.
she is confidence in shadows, navel full of moonlight,
lips parted and dreaming at the windowsill.
in darkness she is an outline to be envied, a handful of diamonds
shaking off the dust,
a glimmer with no sun.
where there is nothing to be seen
she sees a vision of herself
braided into strands of silk like
a delicate world wonder, a towering element
of temporary strength.
night is a pastime she keeps
in the linen closet.
confidence is a distant friend
that glows when no one is watching.
Stay in Shadow. Finger Eleven. Great tune. Loved the piece. \m/
Thanks, Adam 🙂
wonderful poem, a true poem in many ways
Inspiring to read… deep and interesting glad I saw your blog.
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I love that line, “naval full of moonlight.” Just…wow. Love this entire piece. Well done, dear.