David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)


Poem by David Harris

The howl of the night
Wakes me from my dreams
To gaze out the windows
At twinkling moonbeams
Landing on branches
Then disappearing at second glances
Like mystic things seen in the east
They’re swallowed up by night and beast

Yet on still running streams
There is still seen moonbeams
Riding on the crest of waves
Bobbing like grass in the everglades
Until dawn breaks
When once more they disappear
Never to return at all
Until the next moon fall

(date written unknown)

Comments about Moonbeams by David Harris

  • A. J. Mckinley (3/11/2007 1:20:00 AM)

    This brought a smile to me. Beautiful.(Report)Reply

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  • Tara very irritated with PH injustice (3/10/2007 11:40:00 AM)

    The surrealism and the predictability of life finely, engagingly portrayed. t x(Report)Reply

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  • Andrew mark Wilkinson (2/27/2007 4:52:00 PM)

    I love this one David... it seems to flow along...10 my friend...(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 6, 2011