I think I've said it in the previous poem but your words are alive, vivid images dance in the readers head. The lines below gave this poem life, all of it was excellent and yet these were the final touches of delight

The scent of pine and smoke, embracing me in my solitude
Like your memory ,
Guiding me back through the amethyst night."

I feel the same way everytime i look at a full moon.... only with my ex. its almost as though she may be looking at the moon and remembering you too. maybe she, even though far away, thinks about you while driving long distance.

much enjoyed and appreciated. thank you very much for sharing

~Kuro

I think this poem has a special groove in its content, that makes it flow at ease, flawlessly. I like the panel of dark colors, and the sensational odors which reflect an inner state of darkness, yet temptation too, those hurtful cravings. I'm impressed, really. Very dense piece.

Oh Randy I loved this but it was heart breaking. Excellent poem with amazing emotions

Connie

//Cast your mournful spell across the evening's cold
On this road I glide, past shuttered homes
The glare of street lights play across the shadows
//

I loved these lines - the way you have described each thing in such poetic way.

beautifully worded. I enjoyed reading it :)

Each line is beautifully sad as well as very vivid.
You have painted a beautiful scene in my mind with a touch of sadness..lovely read :)

Damn, this is a haunting piece. Although it may create or merely seem to create a dark gloomy atmosphere.

It is more about restoring the diminishing love or the fading love, due to the space/distance created by time and fate. Where, the two lovers are separated due to certain circumstances and are eager to reunite.

The poet awaits with a hope that, their paths soon will cross and that, they might collide on the streets and rejoice as lovers and comfort each other until their final sleep.

Or, the poem could actually indicate the demise of the lover, for he/she has turned distant and the author feels their presence in the form of a cold breeze.

Hmmm. . I cant pin point with precision. Nonetheless, I love the poem. The context is mesmerizing.

Cast your mournful spell across the evening's cold
On this road I glide, past shuttered homes
The glare of street lights play across the shadows

Right from the start i knew that this one is going to be mindblowing & i am glad to be correct.

Simply outstanding...awesome...loved everything about it. Choice of words and the picture that you painted...loved it.

all the best and take care