Sacha Hayes O'Grady


Beneath The Dome Of Ancient Night - Poem by Sacha Hayes O'Grady

Beneath the dome of ancient night,
When owls awake, and poets write,
My lover sleeps, the sylvan child,
With flowers that are strange and wild.

A million miles away is she,
Until she wakes and smiles on me,
Twin mirrors of unconcious dreams,
To cast a light on all that seems.

What can we find that is not here
Between her heart and mine,
One precious moment made more dear
When our two souls entwine.


Comments about Beneath The Dome Of Ancient Night by Sacha Hayes O'Grady

  • Veteran Poet - 1,228 Points Thomas A Robinson (2/1/2013 11:00:00 PM)

    A truly anexpression of experience for you had to live and breath this to write this. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,073 Points Ray Quesada (1/11/2013 12:18:00 PM)

    Excellent work! ! Seems you have a natural voice. The first 4 lines are my favorite, I give it a 9 out of 10. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 12, 2013


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