The weary eyes
Of a rainy sky
Starlight tears
That fall fron high
The silent moon
Observant as such
Watches with
A dreamy lust.
The moving cloud
Like candles flame
Flicker in
The steady rain
Each a shadow
Cast upon
The idle dreams
That life began.
The gentle breeze
Its fingers caress
A deeper yearning
Hopes it kept
For rainbows clouded
In a dreaming eye
The beauty of
A rainy sky.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Beautiful images painted in this poem. Nicely done Norman
thanking you always much appreciated
You are most welcome
A fave to begin with and periodically return to, dear Norman 🙏🏻🕊️
Too kind, thanks my friend, always much appreciated
Don't wait for that bus when there's a rainy sky. Did they knock down the shelter cos they thought the bus would never arrive?! lol.
soaked to the skin at bus stop, hopefully they will knock it down lol
Norman, this is beautiful…there’s a softness here that just settles in. It feels calm but not empty…like a quiet moment that still holds emotion underneath. Really peaceful read. Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind, thanks for reading always much appreciated
Wonderful words and images of Nature's beauty Norman.
Andy
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