Did we not
Begin as angels
Bathed in innocence
And light
As we grew
We lost the shine
With passing day
Arrives the night.
From the room
Now in silence
Where once
Our voices heard
In the flicker
Of glancing moonlight
Upon the sweetness
Of each word.
Now I search
For distant echo
Within the blink
Of a closing eye
At midnight
Footsteps traced
In solitude
By you and I.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N.
Did we not see a bus? Yes? No?! lol.
still no sign lol thanks for read
This seems a poem of separation by the ending. A sense of sadness is conveyed by it. Well written
thanking you, much appreciated
You are most welcome Norman
Oh, looking back now and see how this applies quite correspondingly! A triumph, Norman 🕊️🙏
thanking you always appreciated
Most welcome friend 🙏🕊️
Norman, this really moved me. There is such tenderness woven through these lines...a quiet ache for what once was and what remains only in memory. The whole poem feels like walking through a house after everyone has gone home. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
such kind comments, always appreciated, thanking you
well written
thanks always appreciated
Those footsteps will always lead us to our way ahead Norman.
Andy
thanks for read always appreciated
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