Wednesday, March 20, 2013


Some of my poetry is just a description of a particular moment's energy or mood. Here is one of those.


Oh Nightingale, don't fail me now,
Cold winds are blowing, I feel the howl,
Listless, and in the distance,
I know you're there,

Its strange I anticipate
To rearrange
I desire to fit you in,
Win you, won you,
I won't know yet,
Close but no bets.

I'll create a dream
Live in fantasy
But I remain connected
To reality
I love the art of living
Heavy with feeling
Light with ecstasy

I long to know
what I am longing for.

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