nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

THE PASSING OF THE MOMENTS GAZE

Deep into
The lonely night
Its stars by force
Transmit the light
A trembling thought
Transferred to ink
A weary ghost
In words to link.

The passing of
The moments gaze
The hours plea
To negotiate
Times passing phase
An all seeing eye
A draining dream
Beneath slumbering sky.

A steady beat
Welds heart to soul
A strangers glance
A memory old
Spirits stand
In alcove graves
Shadows dance
The mind it saves.