Flames lick at my toes as they stretch towards the heat Shadows move between the trees, playing hide-and-seek I hear my heart beating in the stillness Like an ancient rhythmic drum in tune with the night An owl hoots from the dark woods A lonesome sound accentuated by the quiet I wish you were here on this autumn night To bid the last warmth of summer farewell As the sickle moon drifts across the sky Ethereal clouds obscure its silver glow Stars flicker in the dark-blue night sky Like candles lit by celestial hands Your name emblazoned on my heart Embedded in its chambers for infinity Far-off lightning flashes across the sky Distant thunder rumbles as sleep claims me The scene, set for magical dreams Where you dance me to the end of time
Beautiful! I feel the longing. For me I think of my daughter Alix. I love the line "Your name emblazoned on my heart." I know you carry Emile with you always too.
This really drew me in. I could feel the warmth of the fire and that quiet settling into the night—the owl, the stillness, even your heartbeat in it. That line about the ancient drum stayed with me.
And that gentle shift into I wish you were here… it lands so naturally. Not overdone, just honest, and it carries right through to the end.
It feels calm, a little wistful, and very easy to step into—like sitting by a fire and letting the night unfold around you.
There is a gentle magic in these lines. The night you paint feels both intimate and vast, holding memory and longing in equal measure. Thank you for sharing this quiet beauty.
You truly painted a magical night with your words. ⭐️✨️
Thank you! 🤍
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This is lovely, Rea!
Thank you, JW!
Brimming with romance.
I wasn’t thinking about romance when I wrote this. Thank you.
I understood “you” as being a lover.
Magical! Lovely, Rea.
Thank you, Jen!
Beautiful! I feel the longing. For me I think of my daughter Alix. I love the line "Your name emblazoned on my heart." I know you carry Emile with you always too.
They will be forever in our hearts, Julie. Thank you!
Yes they are forever with us in our hearts!
What a beautiful poem!
Thank you, Christopher!
This really drew me in. I could feel the warmth of the fire and that quiet settling into the night—the owl, the stillness, even your heartbeat in it. That line about the ancient drum stayed with me.
And that gentle shift into I wish you were here… it lands so naturally. Not overdone, just honest, and it carries right through to the end.
It feels calm, a little wistful, and very easy to step into—like sitting by a fire and letting the night unfold around you.
Thank you for feeling my words, Nat! ❤️
There is a gentle magic in these lines. The night you paint feels both intimate and vast, holding memory and longing in equal measure. Thank you for sharing this quiet beauty.
Thank you for resonating with my thoughts. 🤍
This is fantastic, Rea!! Love the atmosphere! 🤍
Thank you, Wildflower!🤍🤍
Our respective autumns have more similarities than mere appearances. Magical indeed, Rea.
I'm happy it spoke to you, Stephen. Thank you.
Wow!
Thank you, Jane!
Shades of cohen?
Shades of de Miranda. I only borrowed the last line.
I know
It was enough x
So poignant and beautiful ♥️
Thank you, Aaliya. ❤️