I never would
have thought,
that time
would pass
in dances
of silver
and in gold,
the minutes
like hours
and days
like prophecies
unforetold,
for tonight
the moon
is slipping,
away
from the eastern
sky,
chasing dreams
of a summer’s day,
for she left him
and alone
did time
without saying
farewell
and goodbye.
Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!
p1964km@googlemail.com
