Night Journey - Poem by Michaelpoetry Ryan
A silver light as thin as a web creeps into my room
and flickers about just over my head as whispers of perfume.
Faintly mesmerizing as a dream I want to return,
it darts about one moment more, then rides its brief sojourn
back into velvet, into that world where bright moon whispers live.
I close my eyes and hear a voice, and God, what I wouldn't give
to see her again, to hold her hand, to feel her chin on my shoulder.
And in my heart, my journey starts ‘cross fields of flowering clover.
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