It's moonrise and we awake
I feel the presence in the starless air of my room
sadness and gratitude are off division
we feel it in our souls and the words we write and have written for so many summer loves past
under the ivy's bloom wrapped in plaid
we have this in common
it's our shared pain in our shared poetry
under the intensity of life every day it's now that the clock strikes for twelve
and it is comfort
once in a day breathing through and deep and feeling this old soul of my young self evolve
and feeling that there are more like me
there have to be
I long for the future day that we will sing in the early spring breeze
to freely celebrate our often frowned upon excitement
at the tortured poets department
YOU ARE READING
paper poetry II
PoetryCalliope, Erato, Euterpe A little collection of rhymes and poems for you to read if you like. The collection is always growing. The refrenced books, music or films aren't mine, but inspirational. Second poetry book of my paper poetry.
