Into the Night
As night falls, I find my fetters fade away into the dark.
A quiet stir, a lull or maybe a hush, as the slow rustle of the leaves awaken me to my senses.
Silence trails down the way, winding itself along the turn, until it reaches the end of the road and coils into a ball of fur, dozing off.
I sit still by the window, chasing the headlights of a car as it curves into our lane, watching out for something I know not.
Gently, I find myself falling asleep, with my book clutched in one hand, as the night spirit seeps into my soul and leads me inwards.
Beautiful! I am sensitive to every sound and light at night, but reading a book can help me fall gently to sleep. There are times though that I allow them to keep me awake!
Beautifully penned, Esha…such vivid imagery!! Felt so peaceful reading it ❤
So peaceful. Nice way to end the night. I often fall asleep while reading, and my dreams make up the rest of the story. Who knows or cares, then, if that’s what the author had in mind? Sometimes it’s a weird mashup of the day’s events with some of the fictional characters inserted weirdly into dream-roles.
Such a beautiful poem, Esha! Love the imagery and the feeling your words evoked.
How beautiful, Esha! Love the imagery, love the whole feeling you have carved in this poem. ❤
Thank you so much, Vinitha. Coming from a poet like you it means so much dear. ❤️
So beautifully penned as only you can !
Thank you so much for your kind words, Aru’di. <3
Such a beautiful poem, with lush imagery for the mind! 💖
Thank you Debbie, for your kind words of appreciation. <3