I stood near the tree behind the house
I am the very epicentre of the dark
A metre of light,a shard of sky
The sodium sun flooding my skin,
The world tipping from wake to sleep
A precipice, conclusion,dream delusion
The stars are hanging by a thread
Their brightness long since ebbed
Memories now,of solar-kissed glances
If the wind only carried your voice
The moon a glimpse of your face
But what is the measure of night?
Silence is its measure….
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Dovestoneboy (
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Comments2
Beautiful imagery, well written!
Very good write, that silence can be so wonderful.
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