The Witching Hour

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anguish, dreams, God, heart, insomnia, life, lost love, memory, mountains, nature, past, poem, poetry, Serenity, sleep, soul, writing

How do I explain my inability to express the feelings of bards?

My heart wells and wails

with futile anguish

My soul screams

my hands and head refuse to cooperate

Tis late

much past the witching hour

when only the lost and tortured are awake

I dream living dreams and escape to lost love

I find serenity in my Montana mountains

I allow myself to talk to God and wonder about his creation

I wander the empty halls of my past

until gentle, sometimes troubled sleep takes me to another day

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The Eastern Sky

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Letting Go, Love, memory, poem, poetry, relationships, remorse, romance, Serenity, writing

 

I saw you in the eastern sky

Last Thursday

I saw you on the cover of a Paolo Coelho novel

Last weekend

I heard your voice in the stillness of the dawn

And when Andrea sang Con Te Partiro in Morroco

I felt your presence in the flickering candlelight

When I prayed

The calm warmth of serenity washed me

And as I let your vision, your voice, your presence

Enter me

A moment’s delight and memory’s dance

Lingered

But with courage and wisdom

I also let your vision, your voice, your presence

Leave me

Without regret

Without remorse