dawn-less

this was written last fall

Sometimes the days 

match the nights-

greyness lingers

 like a lost love.

Pouring out of the sky,

it fills in 

all the feelings.

The dull ground begins to shine-

it's colors deeper, 

slick and cold.

leaves litter a quilt of debris

then curl

 to hold the rain.

But sometimes a new day

does not dawn.

It sleeps in seclusion

behind a curtain

of clouds

nursing the ache of old days

that should not have been.

So I toss 

and turn

and wonder when to wake.

And my dreams pass like strangers

behind the glass

 that not even I can touch.

Reviews

[John Waits]

Very nice arrangement of seemingly two ideas. I agree with, Julijana, I love that line! I love your thoughts and your choice of words to describe them.

[Tate Morgan]

THIS IS ONE WAY I RELATE AS WELL TO TELL A STORY IN THE TALE THAT IS THE POEM BEHIND THE VEIL

[Julijana Velichkovska]

And my dreams pass like strangers
behind the glass
that not even I can touch...
This is one of my favorite poems! I love it!