Nov 11, 2013 - poetry    Comments Off

Inky black skies


Inky black skies and cold stars
Return my heavenward gaze.
Who is awake at this hour
But for I and the nightingale?
She sings for her love,
Heartbroken and forlorn.
I, I sing in silence, in hope
For dreams deferred and lost
Only whispered in hushed tones
Now silenced by the dew
Covering the rose.

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