While others sleep
I come to life
And go about the night
In relative silence.
I am comfortable here
With the darkness outside;
My mind is sharp
And my muse is never far
In these early hours
Before the sun rises,
Bringing with it
The many distractions
Of daytime.
I love the night
With its moon and stars,
Or, better yet,
The passion
Of a late night storm.
There is peace here,
And a rare sense
Of belonging.
What else can i say but that your writing is just fabulous as you spill out what you feel and want to say. It was a pleasure to read fine work as yours and thanks for sharing this with us all here on the den.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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Karen