Nighttime Ain't Just for SleepingA Poem by PeteThe poet who walks by moonlight is conscious of a tide in his thought which is to be referred to lunar influence. - Thoreauwhen day is divorced when darkness surroundsand the cold wraps around when rain splashes against my window 'pain' my ears are filled with the haunting echo of a distant, empty train i think of the sea waving snow covered mountains shaving summer misbehaving counting stars cucarachas dancing on the road to shambala i listen to milo gnawing on his bone then i don't feel quite so alone © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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