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Mistress

June 9, 2010

I wonder, sometimes,
laying awake, waiting
for dreams, if
my approach
is wrong. Too much
waiting and hoping,
while the night
slips away.
Those precious
star-lit moments
where everything
seems clear. Simple.

Morning comes
and responsibility
digs it’s teeth in,
dragging me back
to work, day-time
living reasserting itself,
punishing those moments
with whining alarms
and hazy days.

Still, the moon calls
and the night
stays in my heart,
offering promises
of secrets
and love.

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One comment

  1. Really enjoyed reading your fine poem…thanks for sharing it.



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