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When She Comes

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


She came silently,

not saying a word,

I know because I was,

looking up at a silvery sun -

in an autumn gray sky.

I was feeling the wind

and trying to catch the hours of the day,

as suddenly the purple twilight haze -

spread across the sky.

She came,

much too soon,

with her she brought,

a blanket of black velvet

a sprinkling of glowing stars

and a yellow, orb that seemed to fill the sky.

She took away the sun,

left me with a romantic glow,

I have to smile,

I cannot send her away,

if she brings along the quiet,

time for dreaming.

I couldn’t, wouldn’t have it any other way,

because when she leaves,

with the dawning of a new day,

I know she’ll be back again

and we’ll play shadow games,

in the garden.

Many a romantic time,

under the moon above,

I love to see her night shadows,

trying to hide the moon above,

while dancing with my love -

for you see she is the night.

© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee


Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on April 16, 2019:

Thank you, Jamie.

Jamie Lee Hamann from Reno NV on April 11, 2019:

Always a pleasure Gypsy. Jamie

Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on April 11, 2019:

Thank you, Bill.

Thank you, Ruby.

Thank you, Dianna.

Thank you, Shauna.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on April 11, 2019:

Rasma, I love this playful poem depicting dusk shooing away the daylight and bringing in the intrigue of night time.

Dianna Mendez on April 11, 2019:

What a beautiful poem about the night! I could picture her well in my mind through your creative writing.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on April 11, 2019:

Beautiful poetry once again!

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 11, 2019:

Lovely poem....in my opinion,one of your best.

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