Colin Pickett


Between - Poem by Colin Pickett

Between the trees the
starshine night grows
to fill the air.
Between here and West,
the sun has left
its bare
touch.
Between here and death,
movement waits and
thoughts stare
at me.
Between myself and
the trees, dark and dreams
creep.
Alone,
the trees and I
feast on
time and sleep.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 29, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, December 17, 2010


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