|Moonlit Dreams (standard:poetry, 96 words)|
|Author: Julia||Added: Sep 20 2010||Views/Reads: 1350/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|just something I wrote recently.|
The nighttime darkens before me: like a tree, it casts a shadow My breath sharpens, a knife Undying movement in the meadow, a dance Hearing must be relied on, for seeing is not a choice Raising voices, chanting, drums The beat thumps along with my heart An open door waiting: the air stands still To fly through the forets, elate When I can see colors again The trees dance too, a jig Ants whisper things through the bark, a promise But the drums will fade And the shadows will recede, revealing the trees as they are. Tweet
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