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Author Name: Freepenfold18 3 Comments
Date Added: June 24, 2007 05:06:00 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Awaiting Light.
Sitting by the window
In the shadows of the night
Plucking from the midnight air
A sense of what is right
The stars shine down on dormant plants
That hang their weary heads
While I alone now roam the past
Still picking up the threads
The moon gives off its pale
And somewhat watery looking light
That casts the street in shadows
Clawing walls to gain some height
Dead leaves will spin in circles
Along the gutter, clogging drains
While ants will march the pavements cracks
Like inner city trains
So silent as I sit here
In the darkness all alone
Then the raindrops, pitter patter
Bouncing off the cobble stones
There is a kind of peacefulness
That you only find at night
As now, I slowly close my eyes
Awaiting dawn and with it light.
 
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeAngel on July 8, 2007 03:37:45 PM Report
Many nights like these beautiful

 

Love Angelxx

Comment By: FreeGlata on June 25, 2007 04:58:51 PM Report

Those sleepless nights seem to be inspiring you to write beautiful things, Graham...This is beautifully written....of course!


Smiles...Glata


Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on June 24, 2007 07:59:36 AM Report
Sir Graham,

Your poem reaches into the night shade shadows of the mind

as it climbs up the naked walls of the past like clinging vines

There is is something about the night cloak that warms and protects us
from this changing world we live in so scattered about 

So we go to the night sounds to watch and hear
what our eyes see but the heart seems muffled with doubt

Hugs ~ She Whispers





 


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