Posts tagged "night"

Tonight’s inspiration comes from two main sources. Firstly, Leonard Cohen in general is a constant inspiration; he is one of the few musicians who operates as a poet first, which is my aim. He doesn’t have a personal blog, so I will thank Hannah over at fuckyeahmrleonardcohen for posting great Cohen content. Secondly, I’ll thank the blogger at s-p-r-i-n-g- for posting warm and sunny images. I found this blog on my phone while I waited in the freezing cold for the bus this morning. While looking at it, my head started piecing together these lyrics. Enjoy!

     Spring nights

Those spring nights are lost; and this winter is long.
But I won’t forget your warmth.
No, I won’t forget

When you loved me on those spring nights
I almost knew why I’m here.
I tried to grasp the truth like water,
but my fingers only found your hair—
and that was good enough.

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When you loved me on those spring nights
I whispered away my pain.
Too quiet for you to hear the words,
but loud enough to hear their meaning.
I wanted you to respond, but you only smiled—
and that was good enough.

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When you loved me on those springs nights
I confused the humid air with lust.
We were a spark, and we were fire itself.
I sank in the steam, willing to drown,
but I floated to the surface on your body—
and that was good enough.

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My call for inspiration made me recall a certain night with a certain someone. I’m grateful to these bloggers for reminding me of that time: firewheelburningintheair, goltzilocks, datwilforddude, skyparachutes, betweentheearphones, in-laymans-terms, and ohsoveryfluffy. Isn’t it wonderful how so many of you suggested the same things? Winter, darkness, night, love…sometimes I wonder if a greater, human consciousness is driving all of us. CI helps filter out our common desires from the noise. Enjoy, friends. — Kavalier Calm

     the night looks good on you

lying in the soft grass with you
staring up at the velvet sky.
streaming sunlight, so far away;
small things add up in a big way.

and the night looks good on you.

i think of you with every thought;
you claim to read minds.
a walk in the woods only grasshoppers see.
and the earth keeps on spinning.

and the night looks good on you.

and the constellations we create
and every breath you take
sends ripples through my soul.

and the night looks good on you.


When you fall asleep before me,
I count your breaths.
Each is like a warm kiss on my neck,
reminding me that you are there.

And I am here,
wondering how I earned such a thing,
wondering how many breaths I can count
before I sleep.



Carrie at indigoshark inspired me with a wonderful submission: she shared her thoughts on the beauty of being out at midnight. It was like stream of consciousness poetry—rarely finished phrases full of colors and visions and feelings. I let myself feel her words. I thought about what it means to be young and love the night—thought about how special and fleeting this love is. And then I wrote this. After listening, ask yourself, “Why do I love the night?” — Kavalier Calm

     Midnight

The night is no nightmare.
The dark hides our scars.
Time slows til only
the now fills our arms.

What happens at midnight?
A secret for the young.
Alive and laughing,
free to run.

The rush in neon lights,
the peace in the moon;
we scream against the wind
til the night is through.
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The sun rises,
makes a new day.
We children of the night
will have to wait
to make new secrets.

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About an hour ago, Hannah at o-wyl submitted a story about her fear of being alone and her love of sweatshirts, lemon ice cream, and husky puppies. I hmm’d and ahh’d, then wrote this little love song. — Kavalier Calm

          Sweatshirt

I know you’re scared of being alone
because I’m scared, too.
But I’ll give you this old sweatshirt
to help see the night through.

And I know you’re afraid,
but I can’t stay.

So wear my sweatshirt
and dream of your favorite things:
lemon ice cream, husky puppies,
and me.

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