L'aura del Campo

untitled... June 27th

(Don't like to leave anything without a title. I be looking for one.)


And Day rushes in to clear out the cobwebs
with news from another side of Night.
Sighs give way to madness, scant joy.

What was said, it whispers, you'd love to hear.
What was done, you'll never do.
Rise up for the Living or lie there.
Moan for the dying, O Dead One!

Even Night knows
it cannot dream without Moonlight.

Open up the drapes clutching your heart.
Feel the flow, grasp the glow.
Grow to meet what awaits you.

© Kåre Enga [27.June.2016]

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