Ease of Eve.

Calm the night comes

She covers me so, delicate

soft, within quilted throw

do we take what it knows

call it knowledge, form a prose

these that tickle dance fancy



well...



They the night call owned

I breathe deeply serene

several swathed settled secrets



Bring the ease and eaves to sentries

while Wilde walks to heaven

with child's eyes, singing

never truer, has smiles adorned

the blank, making faceless

a thing of remain, gifts

is what we call this, lifted

into spirit, with energy in glisten



A night grows darker, still

but alight inside, candled

upon the sill, as I  gaze

out my window, happily

to see, faces upon tomorrows

friends upon the eve

in eaves of our existence

we gather as we leave

creating paintings





Others breathe