Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Rob Schackne #363 - Thursday Night

Thursday Night


Unbecoming
migration of joy
it eases away
it takes its time

beside the bed
go tell the bees
dreams are swarming
beyond nightmare

then returning
the moment
of waking
dragonflies


3 comments:

  1. These little Night poems have run their course. Morning Angels are visible enough of course, but imagine there are Night Angels too - just a lot harder to see. Thanks for watching out for them.

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    1. but that scent of honey lingers, what an illumination they are Rob!

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