feedback jeder art Mystic night in magic woods

[Anaximandala]

A flick'ring dance of sound and light,

when fire's mirroring at night
on silent water - just to get
in darkness lost; and fluctuate
while shining pale; but smold'ring yet
above the blooming forests glade.

 

Unsaturated, glowing lit
lets shadows walking in between
the trees. Excitement's never been 
in such a mystic atmosphere.
The night's just precious and great,
it feels like magic's in the air!

 

While whispering from harmony,
wind's rushing through the canopy:
The forest's breathing out and in
and leafes are raising billowing.

 

 

The realm of night.
Where stars reside,
resilient watching,
billion eyed;

 

how chaos, weaved 
to harmony 
in cycling order
of constructs,

 

in inevi-
-tability
of evanescence,
selfdestructs.

 

We are perceived 
in depth of night, 
observed by silent, 
guarding light

 

attended by 
the tidal moon.
We strive for order;
dying soon.

 

-

 

Stars are glistering. The wide
kingdom of their traveling light
circles through infinity.

 

Silent guardians, billion eyed,
mystic spirits of the night.
They impact the destiny.

[Vetula]

Hi @Anaximandala

what a nice poem. Der Übergang vom Hektischen und Lauten des Tages zur Stille der Nacht. In der man vielleicht sogar die Bäume Atmen hören kann. Gefällt mir sehr.

LG 
Vetula

[Anaximandala]

Guten Morgen, @Vetula

 

da kann ich nur ganz herzlich Danke! sagen 🤗

 

Freut mich, dass dir Zeilen die gefallen 🙂

 

Liebe Grüße

Delf