and with whispers
as ice petals fall soft
against glacial horizon
as shadow of thorns seep
and last loon calls to falling stars
follow this path
and i will show you
dream fields that are dewed
with your tears
past edge of cliffs
where the ocean calls
and you will fall awake
into that place
where last she picked me
and put me in her hair
like the moon in cascading night.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
Good emotive words Jon.
Andy
Thank you my friend.
Is there more please seems unfinished..fall awake into that place 🤔😚
I am trying to write a series of such poems - thanks for your comment.
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