IDLE THOUGHTS

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Twilight kisses
Gentle streams
Of moonlight creeping
Into my dreams.

I see past memories
Idle fleeting
Into my vision
Heartbeat keeping.

A tender hand
Now outreaching
Into those flames
Of love repeating.

Upon a mountain
Or meadow gleaming
Bathed in light
Or shadow screening.

A soothing kiss
Upon troubled brow
I often wonder
Where are you now ?



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