Night

Promiscuous night, stripped from its old rags, dances with its cold nudity next to the faithful rain the improvised jazz of my grey worries. Spirits can’t sleep between old whisky glasses, sweetening it with the salt of wandering memories in the penetrating darkness.

Black idle crows, sail through the shadows sculpting like masterful artists from the Renaissance tombstones of shivering marble, sheets that wrap the body, bristling the sighs of the being; which doesn’t want to surrender to the fratricidal storm that unpunished inflicts it perfect stabs with excessive passion, breaking the soul.

And the owl that overnights on the window disturbing the sleep, is a faithful witness of the hoot of a heart that bleeds every evening waiting for the night chaos. Stealthy wind wafts through the cracks of the soul, leaving its fertile field dry and barren of hopes, covering the yells that cynically consume the psyche.

by_luis7

32 thoughts on “Night

  1. I am inclined to agree with ‘boundlessblessingsblog’. A poignant poem about the restless mind – the imagery is so eloquently expressed here.

    Thanks too Luis for the many ‘likes’ on my blog. I can’t tell you how humbled I am that you took the time to read so many posts – gracias! :)*

    * hope that’s the correct spelling! 🙂

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