Hymn to the Dawn
I remember you:
soft, quiet, and colorless
enfolded in grey.
How we used to meet-
to sit and say everything
in silence. Just us.
Without you, I fade.
My spirit longs and hungers
for tranquility.
Dare I stretch a hand
across the wine-dark expanse?
Dare I cross the night?
Will you be waiting?
Your eyes a flickering spark,
promising the sun?
YOU ARE READING
3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoetryWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
