Veil of Starlight

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Veil of Starlight

Warm night, half-moon, lost sleep, cup of tea
Veil of starlight and I'm less lonely
Because the world is full of strangers
And I can't see his face when I dream
But I feel him, the breeze goes through me

I've watched others find something that's true
Some wish it away, some make it through
I would hold on with all that I have
What will be left, will I be enough?
Would numb hope be brave to start anew?

(Or will it never be?)

I'll throw a wish up, to the night sky
- The first star ... and a veil of starlight
A veil of starlight
Veil of starlight

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Creative writing is an expression For love, vulnerabilities and hopes.It's also a way to vent outFrustration, anger and sadness About people or situations.It can be both, fiction and non-fiction.Posts, here, can be random;Older edits and newer ideas.Also, sometimes writers createIn a Dark or Gothic way, as I often do.... And with that being said;I don't want anyone to misread my writing.I have a darker side but I don't write about& I don't condone suicide,Or anyone hurting themselvesOr someone else. ~ (thank you)Love, Kay

- Teachers -

I fell in love with poetry as a child.
It's never left me.
It never will.
__________

- A Dream Within A Dream -
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
~ Edgar Allan Poe

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- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening -
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~ Robert Frost

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- She Walks in Beauty -
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
~ Lord Byron

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- Song in Ella -
Hark! the death-owl loud doth sing,
To the nightmares as they go.
~ Thomas Chatterton

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- Romeo and Juliet - [Act 3, Scene 2] -
Give me my Romeo.
And when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
~ William Shakespeare

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- Because I could not stop for Death -
Because I could not stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--
The Carriage held but just Ourselves--
And Immortality.
~ Emily Dickinson

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- Hymn to the Night -
I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls!

I felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o'er me from above;
The calm, majestic presence of the Night,
As of the one I love.
~ Henry Wordsworth Longfellow

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- Desire -
Where true Love burns
Desire is Love’s pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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- How Do I Love Thee? -
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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- November Night -
Listen . . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.
~ Adelaide Crapsey

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- The Tyger -
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
~ William Blake

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