Putting Myself To Bed

what is night?
if not
a calligraphers darkest well
from which he draws,
to appraise the antiquty of stars-

what is night?
if not
jet black, cobalt dark,
the bruises under your eyes
mimic the depth of sky-

I've fallen into
seas that flooded my dreams-
where you were star wandering
on shores of twilight dust. Stuck to your toes and you
brushed the residue from your fingertips,
wiped my memory off your lips-
With this kiss,
I wish you the darkest of halls to haunt,
the deepest oceans to wade and
the longest roads of melancholy-

what is night?
if not
loneliness and wind?

and what is night to night?
does it know
the deepest, darkest secrets it holds?
what is night?
if not
a snake eating it's tail-
if not
poisonous to itself?

what is night?
if not
a solitary voice of one? ..........Lover,

what is night?
if not
constellations of gods, dragons and afterlife-
if not
as suffocating as being buried alive.

by Amberlee Carter

Comments (4)

Dark lonely beauty that nearly brought me to tears.
amazing, beautiful, moving verses.. well done! HBH
What is night? if not loneliness and wind? What a lovely and memorable stanza!
amazing...just amazing.