Sweep Them Away
A voice cries out in the night
Wanting solace from the cold
Whispering softly as in flight
The darkness grows rather old
I feel a tug at my sleeve
Seeking escape from the dark
Bending trees shed falling leaves
Winter is about to start
She lies stately on my bed
Arms wrapped around in comfort
Her mind miles away instead
Avoiding a nightly sport
The lies we tell in our hearts
Mysteries surround our day
Nightmares amid broken parts
The truth would sweep them away
by Bill Ferguson
Well I am happy Bill and Adrian have had success! Still hope for the rest of us.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Bill.
ReplyDeleteBill I love the mood in this poem.
ReplyDelete"The lies we tell our hearts" - thought provoking
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