The sun is setting slowly in the west,
to put another day at rest.
The moon now rises from the east,
as stillness drifts through our world,
and heads rest in sleep.
The quiet of the night, comes for us all,
as darkness comes to call.
There are some of us,
who welcome the quiet bliss,
the lovers embraced,
in each other’s arms,
ready to steal a kiss.
The writer who needs,
the evening tranquillity,
to forward on their thoughts,
with nothing to disturb.
So we put the day at rest,
until tomorrow comes to call.
13 May 2007
Tranquil writing David, so subtle and with an easy flow Take care Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YAWN......no I'm not bored...this is almost like sweet lullaby.....but I'm like the little kid who doesn't want to fall asleep for fear of missing the next poem: O)