The shadows of night
fall across my desk
just before the dawn
to tantalize a dreaming mind
before they are gone.
Shadows of various sizes
in abundant shapes behold
to awake distant thoughts
with their resilient charms.
I sit alone in my silence
and watch them play
before they fade
at the waking of the day.
10 October 2009
Dave, it's funny. Been away for a bit and to see how your poetry has developed in a few short months is remarkable. (Will mail) . t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very dear little poem..made me feel how precious each normal, regular day is..how fleeting and how impossible to capture again..(smile)