Hear the Night (Night quakes)
Here the night comes through the trees
Hear the night blow through the trees
,
Gently knocking on a window pane
Rustling bedroom curtains
Caressing bedroom linen
,
Tiny little quakes
Dreams invite the night
,
The sun won’t need to know
No one needs to know
‘Till the dawn chases
Night back passed the trees
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I love the pictures you paint with this. Good write.
November 17, 2009 at 7:01 pm
I love that poem. Haven’t been in touch in a while, hope everything is ok.
Cherished.
November 22, 2009 at 10:52 pm
Thanks you, Bobbi and cherished.
I am fine cherished, just when I think i have free time I find myself busy with something. wish I had more energy to write these days.
December 5, 2009 at 6:17 pm