Signs

UncleShrew

Silent signs have passed me by, 

Whispers like a distant sigh,

Three, all sharing one small thing,

Now the signs begin to sing

 

One with gold and fire bright,

One appearing black and white,

One remaining out of sight,

Three things tell of a single night

 

I felt a pull through all my days,

Spectated by a watchful gaze,

Of no importance, these things seemed,

They led me to a talk of dreams,

 

A talk of dreams in one itself,

As though selected from a shelf,

In stillness there before my eyes,

In motion as feelings rise,

 

In seconds all is clear to see,

Connection in these things of three,

From deep within the heart of me,

I know now where I'm meant to be

  • Author: J.G (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 5th, 2017 21:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: I doubt people can necessarily relate, just came up with it. Very little structure to it but I threw it together and realised I hadn't uploaded anything on here for a while, so here I am :)
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 46
  • User favorite of this poem: Deebs.
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Comments2

  • Deebs

    That was incredible bravo thanks for sharing

    • UncleShrew

      Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it, I wasn't sure if people would.

    • elchupacabra

      Thanks for sharing!



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