Get Your Premium Membership

In the Arms of Night

Walking down the riverside at twilight, the sun turns red — a burning star — bleeding into the sky. A quiet star sinks, leaving whispers in its wake, and I drift in the glow, wandering wild and free. The wind whooshes softly, a melody of dusk, where shadows stretch and the earth exhales, the memory of a sun that'd been shining for days. I am one with the river, lost beneath the echoes of time. The waters, like mirrors, dance in pale moonlight, drawing secrets from the fading heavens. And the breeze, a chilly blow, cherishes my soul, while the world slips into the warm arms of night. The river, a silver thread, weaves its song, and I, a whisper in its flow. As the sky melts into shades of violet and gold, I breathe in deep, letting the moment wash over me, feeling time slip away, like the river flowing endlessly.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things