Night Hangs Heavy. Poem by Fay Slimm

Another lovely poem Fay. I'ts such a truthful observation that the mind seems to work overtime during the unaptly named 'restful hours'. It seems that many issues and personal worries surface, just to keep us awake. Lovely sentiment and intimacy within Best Steve

this is a cool one indeed.. felt your words to the core.. and you v woven it in a most beautiful manner indeed.. this is beautiful Fay..loved it..10++ with love shan

Its the darkness and the silence of the midnight hour no birds to sing, no bells to ring, no scent from a sleeping flower just the ticking of the clock, as darkness fills the air then the dawn breaks, and saves us from despair

But you send before dawn Curtains of love, descending Like rainbows.......... to loosen Dark's hold, .............................................. it's wonderful, Fay...10... Tsira

good fay the iht is more so for lonely

Beautiful words Fay, I think our fears and worries can be magnified at night, and then night can hang heavy as you say, well done, 10 Lynda xx