All is silent
beneath the heavens:
even the harsh,
twisted voices that
claim my soul,
the bitter demons
which grabbed me
when I was a child.
In this silence,
in the slow procession
of stars and clouds,
I find myself
and am glad to shine
in silver and black.
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Author:
anonymousblue (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A little escapism with a touch of joy. I love the moon, the stars and the night as a whole, a time for rest and reflection, for play and regeneration.
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
May you shine for ever.
Andy
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