Saturday, September 4, 2010

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'

The skies are clear now,
And it’s already dawn,
Thought I would count all the stars,
As I, my dreams, weave on,
And upon the crescent moon,
I thought I would swing,
But I need to move on,
For it’s already morn,
And I need to wait until twilight,
Before I could dream on,
I wish gloomy dark clouds,
Do not obstruct the starry skies,
And not hide the waning moon,
For dreams are like twinkling bright stars,
That lends hope and light,
When the soul goes through the dark night...

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