I speak

A poem about loneliness

"I speak of the moon's graceful sweep, of flowers blooming at midnight's touch, I speak of longings and dreams remembered .I speak of life in glory and it's pain, and the soft sweet caress of a summer rain.I speak, and sometimes they listen, the morning breeze that blows through my kitchen.I speak..I speak, into the gloom, of a heavily shadowed, evening room... And sigh as silence follows"

Reviews

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Beautiful!