Walking at Night
written by: Evelyn
@sanepoet
holding hands
as we tread
the narrow path
in a black night
full of broken starlights
listening
to the cries
of the wilderness
and the noise
that silence makes
combining them
we write music
from the chaos
of desolation
only a restless pair
of hearts like ours
can ever sing
I'm just Evelyn.
I see an immense amount of beauty and destruction in the universe, and I believe that everything has a deeper meaning if we only care to look closer.
I always have a poem waiting in the pocket of my mortal jeans.
I see an immense amount of beauty and destruction in the universe, and I believe that everything has a deeper meaning if we only care to look closer.
I always have a poem waiting in the pocket of my mortal jeans.
Latest posts by Evelyn (poeticasymptote) (see all)
- Walking At Night - September 19, 2017
- A Call for Chance - August 28, 2017
- Holding On - August 13, 2017
