To measure night by sleepless hours
To fathom darkness
to its inky heart
delirious
devoid of breath
cut mercillessly by the silver arrows
of branches in the streaming light
of a weather-beaten lantern
softly creaking
its painful gasp
among the whispers of the leaves
seeks shelter.
Restless solitude
reveals its inner sanctum, quiet peace.
By dawn's blade touch
come to your senses
ever grieving
to loose
to leave
but never able
to forget
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2 comments:
Depth and Description make the Picture Clear enough to Touch
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An open heart can easily touch joy, yet is also capable of choosing words, in the Immediate, to paint a picture of experiencing the dark frustration of sleeplessness for the reader,
Very Clean, direct style.
CHF
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