Nocturne

 

Somewhere someone stands by twilight.
A short road mazing 
to sleeping or waking
confuse, confound, spiral, snake
it will mysteriously, magically, suprisingly
consciously or not
be taken.


For the moment there is time.
Shadows merge in air calmed.
Not immune to absent charms,
whistle slow the breathless notes of memory.
Or feel future promise, but crooked, tempt.
Sudden, sensed, a click of the fingers,
the inevitable steps taken.

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Adam Whitworth

Sun 18th Nov 2018 17:45

Danke Kate

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Kate G

Sun 18th Nov 2018 11:48

Magnificent Adam. You captured the transition - it's promise and it's memory perfectly.

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Kate G

Sun 18th Nov 2018 11:48

Magnificent Adam. You captured the transition - it's promise and it's memory perfectly.

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