Magical Poetry

Magical Poetry
Micheal Ace

Thursday, 29 September 2016

A PLACE CALLED NIGHT







She took me to a place
Where sun sleeps under dark beddings
And she asked me what the place was...

I saw souls passing from their heart to leg
And galaxy telling her daughters folklores
There were chirpings of crickets and squeaks
But their noises were with silence making love

I saw the white eyes of the moon
And the yummy of her bitter smiles
What on earth could this place be?

Father had told me only darkness defines a night
But he forgot to describe what darkness looks like
I saw no darkness but only blank pages of moonlight
So my eyes knew not where she took me was a night.


Micheal Ace
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