Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Warm Summer Evening


On a warm summer's evening
I found a reason
Without an evening rain
Splitting time, in a crisis

So many, they go
Without a sound
And I will reach
Then put back
Take my place

Remembering there is only the
To be forgotten
Even shiver if I do

Love was to be wasted
All to be, trusted
Sky clouds and blue
Kisses too

Until the goldenrod of August
Dry fields dusty and dry

I'm the white dove
Alone in a cage
Made of desire
Full of fire

Before a hurricane with no rain
What's my sin
Come again, oh Lord
Please come again

Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012

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poem inspired by Valerie Dohren's poem, 'Oh Raging Wind'

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  • Unwritten Soul (8/21/2012 10:13:00 PM)

    WOW how great Valerie make to inspire this such and beautiful poem, i really loved it...really a warm summer moment with this poem! just great! ! ! congrats both of u as an inspiration and embraced idea from inspiration! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (8/21/2012 1:16:00 PM)

    So sad, i was enjoying this but once i hit the golden rod of august i was spellbound by the sheer beauty, it was as if the first part came out quite shyly but then you warmed into a nightingale and just sang, , gorgeous words tyvm karen (Report) Reply

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