Thursday, 3 March, 2011

The Night Dancer

She stays up way past night

Pondering upon the red lights

Eyes taking in the violet haze

Freely flowing the blood in her veins

As windows creak and her bones dance

Dripping in the remainders of the rain

So fluid, her blanket,

Sheets of laughter in the dark of the night

Alone pondering upon the red lights

Caught in a daze of violet haze

Not a cloud in sight, yet she sings

Of hearts that break and blind romance

Her graceful bittersweet refrains

No ruins, no hatchet

To unbury and yet millions of wars to fight

Fingers and bones dancing livid in the night

Toes barely gracing earth’s face

Her heart shivering with no restraint

All love, all hatred


5 drop(s) in the sky!:

just jane said...

Amazing...You inspire me to dance in the night, with my feet just gracing earth's face. I may have to wait until spring, though. Ice and cold lay outside my door.

You are an amazing poet.

Peace, Jane

Toyota Vios 2011 said...

Nice poem. Really soulful and deep. Keep it up ! =)

Bee said...

so beautiful!

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aina noorazli said...

Wow, you are so talented.
And I would love to follow your blog but you don't have the follow me thing..
And please, please keep up with this work. You are so good :)