In the tail of a tale.

He who sees no end

to his sentence

will be the maker

of his dreams

as he wanders nightly

in the detours of the macabre

as a ghostly reminder.

The vision that comes

from a full-stop lost,

pauses momentarily

on passing.

What of the verb

that followed the noun

when the subject died

carried in the breeze -

an action now floating

in browns and golds

of autumn falling -

the noun rustles.

Looking up at the moon

in body no longer

a night time soul in the sky

salutes in a twinkling of a star.

Reviews

[ScriptedSilence]

You paint such a lovely picture with these words.
Beautiful❤️

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your kind words.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful journey in your words Andrew. You made the reader see and believe every word. Thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you John.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Andrew.