Midnight Moons

Another poem with more than just a hint of "limite surréaliste" to it.





Midnight Moons  -  17 Oct 13

Starsong
Echoes of an ancient tongue
Still whispered
In the halls of time

Across the plains of midnight
Under the phantom moons
I wait
Listening to the song

On the shore
The silent sun turns to the sea
Calls her back to stand
Beside us once again

The journey is complete
Whispers stilled
Now we just listen to the
Starsong





I Love the way these poems are developing.