Wed, 07/26/2017 - 21:26 -- jenenb7

Night comes ever so gently.

Poets come to share their final rhyme.

Blue sky swallows sun.

Friends say their final goodbyes. 


Night comes,

my mind awakens.

Somewhere else I shall be taken.


People I see;

Myself in fact.

Sometime in the future.

Hair so dark.

Frame so small.

His skin so dark, handsome, and tall.


Night comes and visions unfold.

Voices come play.

Anticipate to see that day.


Night falls once again.

Only with excitement, do I approach.

As he comes into my being 

enticing all of my soul.





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