14 December, 2011

Night Writer

The moon's rays fell,
Like droplets of dew,
Waking me to all the possibilities
Of the night.

I stand and shake myself off,
Like a horse shakes away the flies,
On a hot summer's day, only to find
It was night.

Pen comes to hand
On the page it converses
With the words flowing through my mind,
In the night.

Together we dance
Until the image is complete,
Like the moon's beams shining down,
Late at night.

Copyright Denise A White  2012

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