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Dusk Awaits
Emptiness caresses the shadows of the night
Below the depths of silence one finds the world
Wrapped in itself, surrounded by its own peace
A certain calm can be experienced
On a dormant plain of sleeping fields
I am lost in the soothing quiet of a peaceful evening
The warmth of solitude is brought onto me
As a cool breeze glides on the wings of tranquility
Lonely is the dark that rides the winds alone
The moon will shine in vain no more
Below the depths of silence one finds the world
Wrapped in itself, surrounded by its own peace
A certain calm can be experienced
On a dormant plain of sleeping fields
I am lost in the soothing quiet of a peaceful evening
The warmth of solitude is brought onto me
As a cool breeze glides on the wings of tranquility
Lonely is the dark that rides the winds alone
The moon will shine in vain no more
Published 8th Dec 2012
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12th May 2020 10:07pm
Until a few years ago, I used to venture down a long winding path to a graveyard about a half mile out of town. I'd sit on the bench at the back of the yard and take in the scenery, thoroughly content with my solitude among the peace and quiet of the dead. For some reason this poem took me right back to that place and made me realise how much I miss going there to escape my everyday life.
Many hours of deep contemplation kept me sane and on top of the bullshit I was having to deal with. In the summer I'd sometimes watch the day go by and slowly walk back down the path in the near darkness, like walking through a serene Gothic landscape in a Film Noah horror movie. The grave yard was located beside an area of farmland with the open country just beyond them, only interrupted by rows of pilons and cables with a motorway cutting through the middle of it. The path to the yard went between two of the farm fields with trees growing over the majority of it. Beautiful during the day, spooky at night.
On one occasion I walked back with a bright full moon shining the way home and my love for all things dark and Gothic took residence in my soul.
I've probably misinterpreted the poem but thank you for taking me back to one of the best places of my earlier life.
Many hours of deep contemplation kept me sane and on top of the bullshit I was having to deal with. In the summer I'd sometimes watch the day go by and slowly walk back down the path in the near darkness, like walking through a serene Gothic landscape in a Film Noah horror movie. The grave yard was located beside an area of farmland with the open country just beyond them, only interrupted by rows of pilons and cables with a motorway cutting through the middle of it. The path to the yard went between two of the farm fields with trees growing over the majority of it. Beautiful during the day, spooky at night.
On one occasion I walked back with a bright full moon shining the way home and my love for all things dark and Gothic took residence in my soul.
I've probably misinterpreted the poem but thank you for taking me back to one of the best places of my earlier life.
13th May 2020 12:23pm
My favorite reads are often the ones that take me back to periods of life that I had either forgotten or no longer thought about. If reading something serves that purpose, then I think it was worth reading. I'm very happy you took the time to share that with me.
If you haven't already written about this aspect of your past, I believe it might be worth it!
If you haven't already written about this aspect of your past, I believe it might be worth it!
