Poem -
Always Moving In The Night
My time alone is steep
I napped when the sun was low
It was not the kind of sleep
It was not the kind to dream
How was I to know
Of a dreamless slumber
Lonliness is steep
I awoke and I would find
Time seemed to have stilled
In vain I tried to wind
To move the night and moon
But, a time remained in mind
A fantasy unfulfilled
Captured in a photograph
I wish I didn't find
I retrieved the picture and found
That I was still captured there
Still verily unwound
Were the strands of my memory
And my tears fell to the ground
I felt the fantasy somewhere
Always moving in the night
Waiting to be found
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This is Gorgeous MICHAEL!!.......... the continuity & flow is SO lovely........ like a piece of silk flowing from your dream and directly onto the page......... it reads like sweet perfection when you read this aloud....... like the feather taking it's time to gently ride the breeze as it comes softly to rest upon the ground ~ " Always moving in the night, Waiting to be found".......... wow!........ just stellar phrase after stellar phrase!!......... Love it brother poet!!...........ALL STARS. PINNED........... well done..........T xo
Thank you very much Tony! I'm glad you like this piece. I wanted to write something with rhythm..something fun..something that rhymes and rhymes. Which I haven't done in a while. So I was pretty pleased with the end result. I try to write different styles but you might see more of these in the future. Thank you for your words of inspiration, Tony. Peace, brother poet!