4 January 2012

I forgot I’d managed to write one for yesterday when I got home in the wee hours of this morning, so wrote two today to make up for the imagined shortfall.


Old memories echo in the laughter of new friends.
The clock hands blur as I melt in to the couch
And the missed last train is just a chance
To breath the crisp, cool moonlight night.


Sleep is a dark cloud coming in low on a gale
and dreams, the curls of sunset glowing at its edges.
The drumming of the rain grows louder.


One Response to 4 January 2012

  1. Sanah says:

    Beautiful ! 🙂

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