Losing
my soul in the quietness of night,
I
let myself wander in her silent voices,
her
icy hands, calling
me to hold them.
I
slowly give in to her temptations,
as
if she is a healer,
her
spell works upon me,
losing
my light, I walk deeper into her world,
and
see her darkness rising in me.
Brooke Shaden Photography
15 comments:
The night as a temptress.. What a wonderful image.
This is deep Vandana... losing ourselves in darkness... hopefully finding ourselves again in the light xox
So liberating way to heal! Magical...
The night is often a time for reflection.. for spirit bath..! You have captured the essence of this quite well :D
Beautifully penned..!
xoxo
What a dreamy poem. I like that it is layered in varied images. Not sure I trust this visitor???
there is a vivid issue of healing as a result of the surrender and the reader is caught now in an inbreath
have a nice Tuesday
much love...
Beautifully said, painting a vivid scene.
Musical and magical
Oh... those icy hands were a dead give-away! No healer there!
Your words pair beautifully with the photo prompt.
The long, dark night of the soul wonderfully captured!
Lovely use of personification!
Wow. That's a wonderful take on night!
The silent voices of the night are worth listening to...
but somehow this "long dark night" seems to be soothing. Loosing the light for reflective darkness... seems somehow healing here. I'm not sure if that is what you were getting at, though.
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