faded grace

Hyacinth garden



compelling place

spirits haunt the stillness


dark in trace

hear the music of a dreams caress

within coverts pace

are the stars in the heights


do you see the lovers

they grow like shadows under covers

there in eternity, outside your window


high in the sky with appealing eyes

within the mystic glow

await the envies of the replies

where ardors fire burns bright their light


in the worshipped night

in the poetry of an ancient moons lamp 

sleep showing in their eye

they read a profane poet’s verse, with no approval stamp

as the moonlight did coolly spy

come the morning and the orb’s retreat

another sleepless night complete


two time-worn faces in a rush

transform time and space

twilight as love remains unrequited in the hush

as they kiss their faded grace

Author's Notes/Comments: 


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nightlight1220's picture

Sneaking back to read it

Sneaking back to read it again. I feel as though I am stealing cookies whilst coming back always... lol.

In the poetry of an ancient moons lamp

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


bishu's picture

A very good one Sir Mr 9inety

A very good one Sir Mr 9inety.......



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hi. saw you had a new poem and had to check it out. i love how your writing style has a flavor all of it's own. you bright nature to life and connection it to emotions. amazing. 

nightlight1220's picture

9inety...when you die, can

9inety...when you die, can you keep me in mind in your will when it comes to your poetic expression of love? ;-) 


You make me feel it is tangible, like something apart from what we are at our deepest core. I think that is every human's deepest wish..but alas... one we can never ever have. 


This is the second time in two weeks one of your poems has touched me deeply. ♡♥♡ hugs.



...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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Hmm... food for thought. Me thinks there is a poem in here

somewhere. My will, yes, I will you my will power to feel my poetic expressions of love. It is the least I can do. I have little else to offer you or the world

 I am greatful for what little talents I possess. And if those talents can be passed along, I will gladly pass them along to you.  I do work at the feelings, I work hard to make it feel like art. Some kind attempt at fusing romantic icons, with an eye on holding a reverence for life, an awareness of humanities interconnectedness and oneness, and how we experience the other as none other than our very selves, we are all simply flesh and spirit.

Alas, I feel that this poem was not even one of my better endeavors.  There are, I feel so many at least as good if not better in my folder "Hyacinth Garden"

here is one you may like...


I wish to continue touching you deeply, the deeper I go the more you elevate me to the heights of the high desert nights.

Thank you

again for your kindness and support




"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot