in a while i will go to close my eyes
until then, now
tell me again .......
so in my room late at night
with the window open .....
trains passing in the distance
when i hear the music of nearby homes
which are alive in summer nights,
the voices of people and their music
come to me from over fields,
i'll think of nights that could be magic;
and with music playing i'll fall asleep.
until then, now
tell me again .......
so in my room late at night
with the window open .....
trains passing in the distance
when i hear the music of nearby homes
which are alive in summer nights,
the voices of people and their music
come to me from over fields,
i'll think of nights that could be magic;
and with music playing i'll fall asleep.
1 comment:
In the quiet of the night, every sound is memorable, and something about the cadence and imagery of your poem is both melancholy and peaceful at the same time. Wishing you magic.
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