Laying low on the earths dewless floor. <br />I grow rich like silt on a riverbed. <br />No sound is heard, near or far. <br />Stars become pearls and shatter. <br />Clouds fly faster and free flowing. <br />Like smoke from a giants cigar. <br />Surrounded by black, engulfed entirely. <br />Warmth from my own arms folded. <br />Feeling held like a newborn baby. <br />Dark night smeared like gesso to canvas. <br />Beauty that goes unrecognized. <br />How the world seems tilt and askewed. <br />Informal but yet, special with little color. <br />Something like a Pollock, not as caotic. <br />The views of a Dark Night.<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-night-4/
