Under the night sky
She walks the lone road,
Silence stinging her senses
Like a cold wind would sting
Her bare skin,
But the night is still
And dark, and the sky is dark,
Embracing the dainty arch
Of the new born moon,
As though it were created to protect
The moon alone, and nothing below,
And no stars shone
Upon the silence of the night.Â
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She walks past a house masked
By dull peeling white, the smell
Of rust, and autumn in sight
In a garden, brown and bare.
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She walks through the night
Till she reaches the end
Of her road, the end of all life,
And peers through the sky above
At the morning light, at the first rays
Of the rising sun.
A new horizon?
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Welcome to my blog, The Shooting Star. I’ve been called a storyteller, writer, photographer, digital nomad, “sustainability influencer,” social entrepreneur, solo traveller, vegan, sustainable tourism consultant and environmentalist. But in my heart, I’m just a girl who believes that travel – if done right – has the power to change us and the world we live in.
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This somehow reminded me of ‘Slowly silently now the moon, walks the night in her silver shoon’
Lovely 🙂
simply lovely 🙂
Now thats one WOW way of looking up at the sky and personify its beauty.
WOW again 🙂
@ Squarebrackets: Thanks, and welcome to the shooting star 🙂
@ Varun: Thanks 😀 I read that for the first time now. I like!
@ Radhika: Thankies 🙂
@ Dev: Thanks Dev 😀
The images which came to my mind while reading this were beautiful. 🙂
its beautiful! i loved it. it has a very quiet, serene feel to it…
@ Amit: I’m glad 🙂
@ docmitasha: Thanks 😀
Beautiful!!
I loved the imagery of this poem and the essence of the poem reminded me of Kahlil Gibran who was almost sure that a new dawn emerges with the end of our nightly walk of life.
Good stuff! 🙂
Write more!
@ Aadil: Thanks a ton Aadil 🙂 I should go read Kahlil Gibran. Could use some optimism right about now 🙂
Wow, I think this was really nice. One of the hardest things for a poet to do is to create that scene in the reader’s head. You did that. x]
@ Chaitali: Thanks Chaitali 🙂