The East

Dovestoneboy

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….

  • Author: Dovestoneboy (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 2nd, 2019 16:25
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • SerenWise

    Beautiful imagery, well written!

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write, that silence can be so wonderful.
    Welcome to MPS.



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