Escape
Every morning
while you sleep in my arms,
I try to avoid
looking at the dawn
been struck from the skies
like candles blown out
one by one.
while you sleep in my arms,
I try to avoid
looking at the dawn
been struck from the skies
like candles blown out
one by one.
Every morning
I try to avoid
looking at the dawn
while you sleep in my arms,
and the breeze
dances across the other side
of your spluttered curtains.
But every morning
I lie hidden beneath your hair
on the edge of our bed
and watch the mon
wink at me
before the sun properly
wakes up.
I watch it pause
for a few minutes
almost like it is
making its mind up
about whether to hide at
the tip of the slanted ocean
or underneath the deserted pier.
And I know
I'll never want to escape.
(NB. A massive re-edit from a very old poem
for the 'Escape' comp)
Andy N
Thu 6th Oct 2011 10:28
Thanks Nima.. I love this one too... Typical of the way my poetry goes sometimes - it was one of the quickest I've wrote recently - wrote mostly between feeding two very hungry cats! lol x