Simon Collins

Midnight - Poem by Simon Collins

The midnight moon was whole and still
Soaking forward her velvet secrets
Yet behind her softened golden eye
Love waited to be called

Will she ever love the dark?
And again in the blazing fearless sun?

Rest dear child, rest and I will come

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 28, 2012

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