When midnight spawned
Loneliness called
A vision in the air
I thought I saw
A well worn book
Being read upon the shore.
Fingers moved
A silent page
In moonlights
Bitter quiet rage
Breaker of
So many hearts
Now an aging beauty
Amongst the stars.
Oh whisper wind
Celestial sky
Send my forgiveness
From up high
Your ears not
To hear such words
They float amongst
The many scars.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
Beautiful words set a mood in this poem. There is a feeling of distance and people not listening. The book referred to is obvious as are the words. Nicely written
Most kind, thanking you
My pleasure
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