Tag: poem

rooster crows before midnight waking the dead

dreams of a forest trees and flowers of living fire

a second chance at this game it rains again

the emptiness opens the front door

noon moon walking in the rain

we say nothing and let the drizzle die

reading aloud the autumn rain as my witness

exposed in bed every raw emotion

night shift the cannibalisation of shadows

quiet on shadowy hills the mist thins