We’re writing a night poem. The shining could be the moon and stars. The armor can be an alcove of trees. The romance is whatever stirs your emotions! Take your words and try to get medieval on us. Or better yet, make us swoon.
Still If time stood still, would I continue on? Would forward movement cease then to exist? Could sun and moon be viewed from dusk to dawn, And deadlines not be met, yet not be missed? Would falling stars suspend themselves in space, Like frozen fireworks across night’s sky, As lovers fused beneath in warm embrace Would never need to say the word goodbye? Would guarantees be suddenly fulfilled, Or would our contracts be for naught, and nixed? Would all that’s overflowing go un-spilled? Might what was once detaching be affixed? If all that was foreshadowed was foregone As time stood still, would we continue on? © Marie Elena Good, 2021 (The first stanza was taken from a poem I wrote in 2013. I liked that stanza at the time, but not the remainder of that poem. I decided to use it as the first stanza of a sonnet, and use the first line as an echo at the end.)
NIGHT FALLS Evening descends like a hushed silence, and tranquility is its marker. Your song is a lilting lullaby in the shadows of the night. There’s no threat of violence as the midnight sky grows much darker. The constellations fill the sky contradicting darkness, bringing light. I see you in silhouette. I see you in whispers. I see you in every moonlit sky. You are the vision this night craves. It saves me from the pain of my wretched soul. It takes its toll. From the moon to the stars, from Venus to Mars, from these hearts of ours. When love calls, night falls. © Walter J Wojtanik