Midnight Star
Contributor
"Awaken" she says, with dawns next early light - this morning has gone,
the day is now night
As tired as I seem, I rest in a chair - reading Henry Thoreau,
breath's mist in the air
I finish the page, and fold closed the last book - I glanced over to see,
to partake a quick look
The covers were pulled, her eyelids were drawn - asleep she now is,
awaiting a new dawn.
I pulled down the glass pane, fobade the cold night - stepped outside the room,
turned off the soft light.
(...)
the day is now night
As tired as I seem, I rest in a chair - reading Henry Thoreau,
breath's mist in the air
I finish the page, and fold closed the last book - I glanced over to see,
to partake a quick look
The covers were pulled, her eyelids were drawn - asleep she now is,
awaiting a new dawn.
I pulled down the glass pane, fobade the cold night - stepped outside the room,
turned off the soft light.
(...)