The stars were still in the sky
And the Dawn had not yet arrived;
When fingers of grey reached out
And claimed the sodden night.
They reached out to the West
And stole the night’s sweet rest.
The East, it turned to pink,
Now it’s time for the day’s quest.
The giver of precious light;
The sun, shining bright
Emerged from fairy floss wisps
Of clouds, gone is the Night.
DU LIEST GERADE
Parts of Me
PoesieWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
