During misty nights..
The howling winds sing
Longingly of lullabies,
And perpetual tales
At the stroke of midnight,
Just before I close my eyes.
And when..
Leaves rustle lightly
Against my tainted window,
I chase random thoughts
Of voices forever lost,
Among fleeting shadows.
Yet still..
No matter how much
I keep running, in circles,
Under starless skies,
They remain unheard of
Only at the stroke of midnight.
And since then..
Within my quarters
I've listened to serenades
And perpetual tales,
Of the winds before descent,
Of voices lost in shadowed silence.
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Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
