Poetographie

Open,
Open your eyes,
the night is deep
its silence is howling-
a dark,
angry wolf foraging
in the woods

it is smelled of citrus
sweet and fresh-
a titillating aroma

Open,
Open your eyes
the night is engulfing
it is peppered with quartz
a glint of joy
blossoming

it has the starkest smile-
a badge of twinge
of woes,

of an unhappy
soul
hiding behind
the cloak
of
a dismal hope

but if you
try to kiss
the frost

close your eyes
this time
think
of an ocean
under a starry night
and a starfish hugging the shore

you hear
the waves
slapping the borderline
and the
solace
of the night

thumping
in the somber
tune
of
its own
heartbeat.

Note:
This will be my final poem for 2008 filed under ergo propter hoc.
It's sad but it's me...
Bye for now.

hiding behind the cloak of a dismal hope,
~Damsel