Friday, 12 June 2015

Night Mist


Another poem inspired by observation, both visual and tactile, in the night.





Night Mist  -  24 May 15

Feeling the gentle caress
Of the night mists
On my face as I drift
Into sleep
Open window
Allows the mist
To wander through my
Room
Thoughts
Me
Cloaking me in the peace
Of night
Sleep caresses
Till dawn





I Love the feelings I get in the night.


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