When asked within
Past solitude
To guide a path
The cruel moon
Prying eyes
Glittering stars
A quiet night
Vibrating sighs.
No tears as yet
The hour strokes
The loneliness
Its bitterness stoked
The miles between
In leaps and bounds
A damning map
Each mile invoked.
Scented air
That teases time
A cuffed embrace
A flowing wine
Intoxicates thought
Caught between
Reality and
This stifled dream.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments5
This one took me away! 🤩🕊️🙏
glad you liked my friend, thanks and appreciation
Most welcome friend 🙏🕊️
Norman there is something special about this flow of words that turns it poetic in meter and meaning. Well done and a fave
thanking you. always much appreciated my friend
You are most welcome Norman
Loved this. The flow, the choice of lexicon, everything was incredibly effective. Well done
most kind comments, much appreciated thanking you
Good write N. What use a bus map? It never turns up. lol.
its a lonely place the bus stop lol
Norman, what a beautifully atmospheric piece. The moon, the miles, the scented air, and finally that tension between reality and dream all weave together so naturally. It feels reflective without losing its emotional pull. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you friend, as always much appreciated
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