A NAME IN THE NIGHTA Poem by Phil Roberts
I sit here looking through my window
At the early morning mist and mizzle My mind is still sluggish and half dreaming Drifting through memories and images Without purpose or reason And from nowhere I remember a night in the past When I awoke crying a name And my secret was betrayed to the moon And the name was your's By Phil Roberts © 2015 Phil Roberts |
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Added on September 17, 2015 Last Updated on September 17, 2015 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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