Release

Darkness drifts slowly down over me
Covering my faults, comforting my heart
The only sound I hear is that of the sea
Night begins its gentle magic to impart

Clouds drift in the skies high above
Charcoal velvet from an artists hand
Its colours remind of a mourning dove
Spreading out across the lands span

Waves crash upon the shingle beach
The spray touches my skin so sweet
Shells and pebbles washed within reach
As I keep my watch from hidden seat

This night will end with dawns release
And I shall leave, my thoughts at peace

Karin Anderson
Superb poetry and I love the scope of "spreading out across the lands span".

Chaos1214
Cool and smooth. Familiar sights take on a mysterious aura when the sun goes down because the night covers everything with mystery.

Sandra Martyres
Charcoal velvet caught my imagination too DW - a perfect description for dark night skies...lovely poetry indeed!

Fay Slimm
Superb writing - the charcoal velvet is such a poetic description of first dark - - Recommended.

patspoems
Wonderful, wonderful poem with excellent imagery. I just loved it and will be recommending and reading again and again.................... Pat

magnolia
Charcoal velvet from an artists hand, pure poetry...enjoyed...Maggie