the Night

The night is deep, silent

A nocturnes cry is heard


A gentle breeze sways the flowers

The moon is full

Clouds enshroud the eerie moon

The soft rays become distant

Now in the pale rays of first light

The nocturne closes her eyes and waits…

I know, I know... it only has nine lines... it's a very old and very early piece I made... before I was incapable of making a happy/abstract poem... it was originally one large stanza, but I've found that this sort of writing is bothersome... to many people.. soon I'll be able to get up some of new works, they just have to go through 'revision boot camp,' and such.

As always,