It is always a thought provoking experiance when I sit down and wonder which poem I will post here. I’m never quite shure what the deniziens who haunt this place will be receptive to. But, in my short absence I think i will post this one untitled as usual any sugestions as for a title are welcome, thank you and enjoy
These long days are hollow filled.
Restless moments give way to silent nights.
Yet, midnights black echoes with the loudest screams.
Half dreamt thoughts bloom full under the moon’s light.
Despair, finds voice whispered upon the lips of the softest breeze.
To gaze forward gains null, so we judge the past.
Ever growing fields of night lilies sway in the gathering gale.
Blindly we tip toe along the rock way under the pale light.