The Closing Window

Why memories come
round here again
to lend a creased smile
on Days like this
never crosses my mind
until your pen flows sadly

Toddlers scream delight
as night takes flight
For their simple part of dreams
brings me to my knees
as Spring hears my sneeze
until your pen flows again

My window is barely open
but I know the scent that cries
gloriously in the night
brings a teary obscured light
to my soul and heart
and loves losing fight




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2008-05-03 at 05:28

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