At night I caught a whisper
on the dewdrop of a dream
that stuck upon the blades
growing here inside of me
As I awoke it lingered
at the corners of my mind
and then at last it made its way
to the corners of my eyes
There I saw the reason
and a mystery clear enough
until the yawning of the dawn
when I gave my eyes a rub
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The Nautilus
PoesíaWe are so dark in the heart of this night and it never stops and it never starts. I find myself a mystery and I see nothing that surrounds me that I endeavor to know more than the universe inside myself. Michael J Tyger, poet and novelist...
