Contented by the midst of day
into evening light..
Where silence reigns above the
calm, to caress the gentle night..
Shadows from another time come dancing to and fro.
They echo from another life
entrenched, encased and slow..
Forsaken, forbidden, reckless shame rips these scattered dreams..
Entrapped by discontent and grief
so far away it seems..
Candles dance their flickered light like puppets on a string ..
Swirling, twirling, twinkling bright, this magical lighted scene ..
The night is long with dreaded bliss of reckless times undone..
Ghosts of yesteryear released forgotten times of fun..
The ray of light brings down the dreams
to recreate the dawn ..
Forgotten dreams dance their way deep inside..
Fade away..
They're gone ..
Patsy McNutt Morgan
1 comment:
I thought this poem was erased .. While sentence restructuring "DREAMING".. It popped on the screen !! Good !! Because these poems take hours to construct !!
Thank YOU Jesus!!
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