3/5/2022

Again, not a cloud in the sky.
Am I in a dream?
I've been walking sleepy under a cool moonlit sky.
And I hear a voice.
A soft, far off singing by a woman I cannot find.
I feel as if I have looked everywhere.
And seeing these eyes peer back at me through the tree line chills me to my bone.
My fear challenges my conviction.
My love is a new song I've started singing.
I'd howl if only it would explain my purpose.
I rest under a willow and the soft voice is now a hum.
Drifting into another dream again.
Long hours with the sounds if the night.
And again, not a cloud in the sky

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

A slice of life Andre, with a wee dollop of the surreal thrown in for good measure. Is she your muse? Lady Midnight? Death's harbinger? who can say? But that's not the purpose of the poem, it's the mystery

nice read, my first of yours. hope to read more
ken e