“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label 5 am. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 5 am. Show all posts
Saturday, September 10, 2016
No need for alarm
At 5 am I have already lost it.
And though it is quiet
still never came...
I feel strong coming on
and blunt edges fading away,
the light is too heavy to lift...
I leave it be-
as though I could pause the suns rise
and unsee what lies today
Ahead of time and out of tune-
Too late
to say anything new...
Photo credit By kallerna (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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