The Girl with the Goalden Boot

Saturday, April 05, 2003

 

Night Falls

Night falls
and keeps on
falling
Autumn leaves
bruise the sky
a yellow shiver
ripping the smooth hour
with its edgy
spine
Struggling to hold back
the dawn
open-hearted lovers
cling to the sweet fruits
of last-minute kisses
so eager
to lose themselves
in the honey-thick gravity
of love so new
while beyond the Gates
leaves tear themselves
from the only limb they've known
to experience
the freedom
the uncertainty
of air

– Jewel

Somehow this poem seems to me like a combination of I'm Watching the Night Go By II, The Room, and On My Sigh...

Lola Nadal 2:29 PM