Evensong: Grafton Heights

fireflies moving like finely shattered starlight


against the sky-shaped gown of evening;


the wind tongues its lascivious moans in the ears of the leaves,


whispers sweet nothings to the world.




the blue of evening turns velvet,


indigo, lingering like an unspoken hope;


the singed moon waiting.




you, beside me, thick-sweatered against the approaching cold,


we watch the fire's last flames lick, hesitate, die;


our soft voices, sweet, like pigeons brooding.




my words bear my longing up into the darkness like sparks

by GORDON GILHULY

Comments (2)

Intense, imaginative and passionate and that crescendo finish. Very nice!
Gordon, I love this love poem. The imagery is so vivid. And each, and every sing line...perfect! ! !