NIGHT OF STARS

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

The starry night
Its sweet lips
Reach to loneliness
Dispair it cups
Each shadow frail
Sheds its tears
An open eye
Only fears.

A burning torch
To move in breeze
The rolling grass
And open trees
Pity and lust
An open wound
A yearning
A watching moon.

For isolation now
A moment tremble
In deepest soul
In death resembles
The capture of
Ones inner self
The starry night
Of Heavens shelf.

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Comments +

orchidee February 5th, 2026 03:56
Good write N.
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)February 5th, 2026 04:18
  Thank you, always appreciated

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