Shimmering
Disillusion
in the darkness.
Dancing
Bright lights
Cast tiny speckles
of colour.
Rain drops
on glass panes
Are,
briefly,
Illuminated.
Dew-dropped night
stands
ever-hushed and empty.
Heavy clouds
weigh on sky, in
Anticipation.
Two thousand people sleep
And only one
Watches the lamplight.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
