Night In Vein
~Night In Vein~
Cool and lucid, soul quenching night air,
working it’s magic, but rather too well.
Now, sat in a pub restroom writing,
mist haunted road visions, still swirling.
Then oh...how the blue haze danced in neon light,
a spectral rainbow exhaled, exhumed from deep within.
Behind it, left to sink, the wild dream,
the revelry under Moonlight’s smile.
Wandering without destination, a child in the night,
gone wild within night, feral or simply misunderstood.
Calling to a heaven’s gaze, invoking empyrean flames,
we scream aloud our secret name, to the waiting cobalt sky.
Morning gave us words and Paint, in clear mind no tint to taint,
refined by brush or pen; the mystery and sanctity of creation.
©David Nickle Read 2015
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