The Overused Hour

It’s three am, the overused hour, the star of so many poetry pieces and sad songs, and yet here I lie writing about it once more. I am in my bed, my blankets hug me and the spring moon shines in through the window I do not cry, I am not suffering, just suspended in…

Fireflies

I lay outside in the chilly dark night in, outside of my home up in the mountains, the coolness of the night falls on me like an invisible fog. Up in the sky stars sparkle in contrast to the dark blanket behind them. Around me the light from the moon shimmers on the leaves of…

Night

Be quiet now, new night. Cover me with your silver moonlight and your shattered blankets. Allow some light to shine on the future that hides in the shadows if this crystal blue night. Prepare your pillow clouds for my dreams to form upon them, for their foggy textures to sweep me into sleep. Rain in…

I Have Written

I prefer to be dead before I stop writing, it is something no one can take away, it is the one thing that keeps me sane, I prefer to die if it is taken away. I have written words in the night sky, words that flirt with the stars and dance with the moon that…

The Moon Takes the Heart

There are nights when the moon takes over one’s heart and makes her home in the bed of emotions and makes one fall in love with the shimmer she spreads, and helps one dream into the darkness. The moon took my heart tonight, its grandness lays inside my chest. She brought the night stars and clouds…