a passage through night

as she sailed into the west

to await the quiet shadow of dusk

the moss sponged across the plains

covering all secrets from old

faceless crowds depart

and fail to notice

the dew on the leaves as they pass

as if the sun rises by itself..

clothed in white robes of ancient ritual

as we danced in to the night

prevailing energy

passes through..

and into the next morn


QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, COMPLAINTS ARE WELCOME
thanks

 

its pretty good...is it meant to swich tenses?

 

of course! haha idk my poetry is stream of conscious writing

 

yea...i was just asking because many people say thats the issue with my poems that they change tenses a lot...but yours works well that way.

 

thanks, do u use any inspiritions? such as psychedelics..

 

i like it, really cool