Encounter with the Night

purple flowers in bloom
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Let me tell you my story
it’s up to you to believe
and should you think me a liar
it makes this tale no less real.

Early evening in April
following a glorious day
I took myself for a wander
before sleep came my way.

Sun was slinking down low
setting cloud and sky afire
causing daylight to blush
as the moon passed her by.

There was an air of possibility
hope still hanging around
honeysuckle seduced the senses
purple dusk seduced the mind.

There she stood by the oak tree
blending in yet, standing out
eyelids closed in meditation
or conversation, hard to tell.

I knew to watch was intrusive
but was unable to look away
she was wondrous as the sunset
enigmatic as the earth.

Just as darkness threw his blanket
over everything in sight
I felt movement, like a whisper
causing me to turn around.

Looking back, I was alone
the tree stood solitary, ahead
a glance revealed only shadows
she was no longer there.

I let the moonshine guide me homeward
a trusting light I knew well
revealing just enough for passage
concealing just enough for pleasure.

Then, I knew I had company
a hand in mine, the lightest touch
her gentle breath on my neck
farewell exhaled onto skin.

I carried on towards home
a knowing smile on my lips
even now I remember
my encounter with the night.

Now you’ve listened to my story
do you believe what I say?
Maybe you too have a memory
if not, I hope you will have, one day.

#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day30




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