Ballad: "Sigh in the Night"
Melancholy spirits float through the dusk breeze
Endlessly searching for something that isn't there
An unknown need, wanting and begging to be fulfilled
An ache in heart's place, leading them somwehere
The souls are engulfed in fluttering frenzies
Soaring through the starry skies in calling
Flitting about, like aimless wisps of smoke
Carried through the frozen blackening
Reflecting their yearnings in twilight eyes
Their visionless orbs, like tiny twinkles of light
Quite faintly resembling that of gliding fireflies
Their bodies appear gently gilded in starlight
Such a beautful sight to see, if one is graced
Beauty without a doubt, yet so bathed in spite
Their whistling breaths turn to gusts of cold
And, just maybe, you'll hear a sigh in the night
Harboring heavy hearts burdened with loss
As dawn sets the cloudless sky alight
The souls wearily retreat into hiding
Dissappearing, and out of sight
For these twilight souls know,
They will have to hush their sighing
For yet another perfect night
To proceed their eternal searching
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Noisy World (ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ)
PoetryI've never claimed to be a poet; I've only ever claimed that I'd try.
