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

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Moonless Summer Night

Summer night
Dark without the moon
Shadows haunt
In midnight robes
Heat burning
Its delirium into the soul
Causing faces to melt
Into unrecognizable specters
Fright buries its fingers
Into the brain
Mixing reality with unreality
As torrid insanity
Takes peace prisoner


Eve said...

I enjoyed both your moon poems. Very nice contrast between the uplifting shine and the void in the heart and sky when the moon is absent.


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