Midnight

Reads: 55  | Likes: 1  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Evening falls,

Millions of miles from home,

beneath his light,

oh his light above us all,

to tell me

to split the sea?

to warn a city?

to burn a god?

to save us all?

In the darkness before the dawn,

where the young born spawn,

where the dark sky weeps it's light,

he whispers to me,

to do

the unimaginable?

the thinkable?

the believable?

the beautiful?

he rubs his palms against the heavens,

smudging streaks of light and darkness together

into a beautiful mess.

Nothing around me but him above me,

endless amount of glory to reach the ends of his creation,

you speak to me

in a voice that isn't yours.

You speak the stars and lights that blink above me.

A white noise, a white feeling surrounds me in

a place with nothing but grey sand.

You form the life above and around me,

the beauty that I hear with my eyes.

Say more, please,

I give you my word of loyalty and admiration,

and you give me

midnight.


Submitted: March 29, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Ezra Enzo. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

tom mcmullen

Good creation poem Ezra!

Tue, March 30th, 2021 1:04am

Author
Reply

Thanks Tom. - E.E

Tue, March 30th, 2021 7:26am

Facebook Comments

Other Content by Ezra Enzo

Poem / Romance

Poem / Poetry

Poem / Romance