Solemn
Thoughts of you
Who commands the night
And the dawn of loneliness
When truth has flown
Exhausted
Bereaved
Time promotes
Perfect love
In the stillness
I construct a window
My eyes to heaven
With shafts of silver light
Calm and senseless
Amongst your dreams I still hear sighs
And in the distant sound
Where air is paused
And senses scraped bare
In visions of the future
And treasures of the past
My spirit is renewed.
—
Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
A lot of beautiful lines in your poem, Alan. I particularly like “Time promotes / Perfect love” and the three closing lines. Indeed we need to accept the past and keep looking onward to be reborn.
Though it is sad when one feels exhausted and renewed, It is wonderful when something happens to renew one’s spirit. Your poem expresses that to me.
lovely imagery man…that moon calls us all in many different ways…some to love…others to memory…it is good to feel renewed…
I like all the moon imagery in this and the descriptive words. Thanks for a good prompt.
Lots to love here!
“In the stillness
I construct a window
My eyes to heaven”
A beautiful palette of words that reads so softly – like a rustling hush, in the night.
I so relate to the fatigue and love the ending “I feel renewed.”
some great truths revealed here…i like “Time promotes / Perfect love” and it’s a comforting feel when the past becomes a treasure and the future is within view…beautiful lines…
🙂 The moon fills us with hope and love!!
… sigh …..
Lovely challenge, Alan.
This is great! I really like the moment you captured, the stillness and reflection. Well done.
“Senses scraped bare” — a beautifully crafted line as is the rest of your poem.
I like the part “I construct a window”, it’s like opening a soul to communication with someone higher and beyond the self.
Oh this is pure loveliness–so many great phrases to choose from, but I especially love, “shafts of silver light”, and “where air is paused”. Very wonderful poem.
In the vision of future and the treasure of past….I liked it very much..:)
who commands the light / and the dawn of loneliness
are lovely lines