Perhaps the sun won't dance
with the moon on its back
and the midnight clouds
like winged shrouds
anymore
For you don't sing
since the stars won't shine
and the lonely winter nights
bring no better skies
Dark tides they rise
on darker shores
and pull our dreams
in their course
Perhaps we'll never climb
with hope in our hearts
and reach up in time
to find where love starts
But still I will listen
and keep my eyes set
and search for your words
and our better songs yet
The dawn shall break wide
and these skies will break too
But perhaps we'll survive
to find something new
(July 23rd, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
