Renaissance
By
Lisa A.Williams
In her veil of
twilight-
we sleep,
dreaming endless
dreams
of a tomorrow,
where sun
warms
and rain washes clean
the soil of regret.
Renewed in the
embrace
of lunar lust,
as its light in the darkness
shadows
the end of another day.
In our silent calm,
we lay still,
shedding wishes
as though
they were tears
Lisa,
ReplyDeleteI liked the peacefullness emerging from your poem. The quiet of night by moonlight and the time to wish for new dreams...Awaking renewed:)
Eileen
Thank you, Eileen.
DeleteThis took my breath away. Ambient, wistful, evocative and wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jennifer.
Delete..shedding wishes as though they were tears --- i like the gentleness and pain coming from this line... smiles...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kelvin.
DeleteA mood poem, a resignation expressed to the silent calm.
ReplyDeleteI love this. Simply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteA very sweet picture of endless dreams under the moon's tender glow
ReplyDeletebetter to shed wishes
captivating
Thank you, Leslie.
DeleteWishes as though they are tears.....profoundly intense. Yes, I wish so too.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary.
DeleteI'm a sucker for last lines that grip me by the lapels and shakes me.
ReplyDelete"In our silent calm, we lay still, shedding wishes as though they were tears" does exactly that! Well done, Lisa.
Beautifully said.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary.
Deleteaha....beautifully penned, Lisa. Amazing imagery!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Panchali.
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