Nightly Absence

by Emma

The night stretches long,
Absent,
The long fingers caressing the light,
Silently,
Dreams become reality,
The rythmic dance of surreality.

The Sweet haze of oblivion rises,
Nonchalant,
The nights gentle lullaby plays heady,
Continous,
Hypnotic epitheny,
The night ventures forth.

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…

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