approaches the night;
creeps upon the daylight like a shiver,
caressing it away from inhibitions
with its seductive melody.
take my hand, it says.
run with me into the darkness,
hide with me inside the shadows
and we shall be freed of the garish sun
that blinds us with its vanity.

pale colors paint across
the canvas of the world.
yellows and purples,
a subdued color palette
for twilight boasts not its own endowments.
tonight belongs to the clouded skies
and mountain-scaped horizons instead.
they call out for the chill of evening
and plaintively seek their refuge
in the pitch black hue of midnight

the scenery succumbs.
the gentle whisper of the nocturne
weaves its way around unmoving landmarks
and steals the light away from
the face of the earth.
and to those who stand in awe of
the picture show of nature's design,
it wraps its tendrils of cold around them
as the dark sweeps over them
and steals their breath with its enchantment
before it dissipates into the night.

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immortal poet, occasional storyteller
poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations
group owner for *VampireWriters

"... forever yours, nocturnal me..."

Oooh ... cool. Photo or painting?

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that's pretty
i think i'm more captured by the sky than anything

those whte capped mountains are grogeous

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Oh, that's absolutely breathtaking!

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Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad. ~Norm Papernick

TF art- ~multicshadow

Thank you love. I'm glad you like it. And btw, congrats on your new place. Keep in touch.

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Thank you darling. I want you to know I laughed until I cried at your journal update. I needed it too. Thank you for that comical look into your life.

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"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

Asked and answered. *winks*

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"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

By now you know what happened to this piece. To you my love.

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"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

you are a delight, my beloved. truly a delight.

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immortal poet, occasional storyteller
poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations
group owner for *VampireWriters

"... forever yours, nocturnal me..."