Ephemeral Nights Poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker

Ephemeral Nights



The fickleness of nights
incomplete and stunted.

The fickleness of kisses
that will remain uncounted.

The fickleness of those
who choose to be this way;

is because of idle minds,
idle hearts that never pray.

The fickleness of hands
held in such pretense;

how laughable the moment
without time or any sense.

Ephemeral are the nights
when fickle I choose to be.

But fickleness it is
when you are here with me.

(Itajaí - 08 June,2009)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stephen Magill 06 July 2009

wow, had to read this three times, wow, i think i will read it once more and just bathe in the feeling, great poem

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