Poem: November 19, 2014

Moon beams glitter
over crescent shaped dreams
of a muse left bemused
by a world deaf
to her sweet murmurings.

Hero shaped stars
flicker in deep dark skies
silently awaiting
curious eyes
hoping for tales anew.

While down below
so many weary souls
merely survive their days
too numb to see
ev’ry day miracles.

And so she sleeps
restless in her dreaming
lost to those souls searching
until they too
find rest and renewal.

(reblogging here so I have it collected here as well – originally published on Tumblr 11/19/14)


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Semi-Geek, Bibliophile, Cat Person. I post about life stuff. Music, books, food, wine, CHOCOLATE, and geek stuff.

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