"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, June 25, 2010

Midnight Purple

Midnight purple starlight
Mysteries lie in shadows
Their dance along the garden wall

Fear listens unable to separate
The known from the unknown
Cowering steps in the dark

The wind hushes the night owl
Waiting for the moon to
Reveal what has been hidden

Imagination alone in the dark
Creating monsters from
What would bring a smile in daylight


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