When Night Birds Take Morning Flight
I watched night birds take night time flight.
While breezes washed ashore
I walked the line where all three meet.
Sky within dark water,
waves of moonlight,
sparkling grains of sand
reflecting light
below/above …
between each other’s sight
within their kisses
of the night …
I looked into the grounds of sweet good byes,
the thought of daylight in disguise,
my thoughts on morning’s rise, with
each new morning’s light;
the sky that touches deep within
the sound of inland seas.
I climbed back into bed and slept again.
With speckled stars above the nighttime breeze
with moonlight showing through the leaves
I’ll sleep ‘till morning light
when
daylight birds
take morning
flight …
This form of verse is one of my favourites, a story that runs in rhymn
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may I steal that phrase, “runs in rhyme’ and add, rhythm. thank you for the lovely … metaphor? It’s beautiful. “runs in rhyme.” … I can’t thank you enough for your fine gift. with gracious thanks … ks
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