Tag Archive | nature

65. On a moonlit night 

Night.
You’re here once again.
Your blackened countenance gazes upon me as I close my eyes.
My memories belong to you.

In my dreams, your look is inscrutable;
I know not what you think of me.

Night,
Will you bring me peace?
Will you lie beside me,
Watch over me
And chase the nightmare away?

Will you let an all-consuming sleep be my bedfellow once more?

I hear footsteps beyond my door.
The voices travel far to reach my ears.
I imagine they talk about me.
Yes, me.
Sad little me,
That nobody else talks about.

The footsteps walk away
And a silent pause stays behind.

No, I do not hear the heartbeat anymore.

Night.
Shall I lean back on my pillow?
Shall I allow you to embrace me with the wickedness of your depth and surrender to your breathing?

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2016
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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58. Afternoon storm 

Falling leaves herald the coming of the storm.

The scent of rain brings a crisp freshness to the busy afternoon air.

I look up and I see you standing at your window.
Do you see me?
Will you even recognize me now?

Has it been too long since we last danced in the rain?

©Brindology 2015

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44. Night tree

This is my night tree,
The tree that stands alone in the dark,
Never moving,
Never leaving,
Always seeing
The things that move in the dark.

This is my night tree,
The tree that has no leaves,
Only scars that line its face,
Always still,
Always silent
Not making a sound in the dark.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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26. Myself

Come on over here and take your shoes off.
Let the grass tickle your feet gently.
Is it stinging your soul?

Breathe in deeply and smell the joy in the flowers
as they lift their faces to the rains and dance oh so daintily!

You can dance daintily too.
Go on. Do it.
No one is watching.

Taste the water that’s
Falling from the sky.
Does it taste familiar to you?
Is it salty?
Think back to the time when you first tasted it.

Free your senses.
Let them caress you.
Let them envelope you.

But stop just awhile…
Do you hear that noise?
Or is it just you breathing?

©Brindology 2004

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