Today the prompt is write a poetic nocturne.
Nocturne.
Stand still, now, just there,
Don't move, but listen.
Hold your breathe and
Hear the song that the trees
Are whispering in the night air.
Pause, now, where you are,
Walk no further on that path
Yet, until you have waited for
The tiny countermelodies of
Nighttime animals and birds,
Of bats and errant breezes,
And until you have heard them
And let them sing in your
Heart, with the trees.
At night, the lake is full of the
Tears you have shed, and the
Soft caress of the breathing wind
Plays like gossamer fingers over
The surface of your memories.
At night, the ache that held your
Daytime soul in thrall is freed
To waltz slowly with your thoughts,
And the words you left unsaid
Will flee away, cloud-borne and
Echoing in the vastness of the sky.
Stand still, at night, stand still
And listen.
(c) 2ndwitch, 17/04/17
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