Nocturne
My languid dreams drift through the night
Buoyed by nocturnal sprite
Hanging oe’r glistening bow
Ne’er to me it’s message now
Farther, nearer on the breeze
Sullen whispers in the trees
And in my head, sleep doth sow
Upon this night, my thoughts doth flow
Gently, gently comes the dream
Sweet utterance doth barely seem
To quench a daily thirst that lusts
For what on morn the sunrise shuts
Away, away to come again
Upon the rising of my friend
Whose eyes within can ne’r be seen
These, the twinklings of my dream
















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Actually, it's enough to just be around you (in any sense) to see all that you create. Word-weaver.
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