The fires burn,
the stars
gaze on,
looking down
as one.
Do not look now,
things happen
in the night,
beneath the
scarred moonlight.
Take my hand,
for a second,
the forest
beckons,
its leaves welcome,
ready for our
dance.
Do not look back,
turn aside,
from what you
left behind,
do not cry,
weep not,
there is no loss.
We are not
children
of the night,
rather,
those small creatures,
of the pale star light.
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Dawns mutterings
PoetryCompilation of poems, inspired by natures bounty. We are of the earth, so it is only fitting that it in turn inspires us. Although much of my poetry is in some way inspired by nature this small compilation highlights just how much it impacts all I d...
