Dark, this
restive hour, when
I search for a secret
peace, that lies lurking in the heart,
lost moon,
pre-dawn,
before worry
rises to shine on the furlough
when grey the twilight in furtive
retreat:
this hour,
when winds summon
birds to the distant realms
when little voices rise on beaming
star lakes.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
Dark, this
restive hour, when
I search for a secret
peace, that lies lurking in the heart,
lost moon,
pre-dawn,
before worry
rises to shine on the furlough
when grey the twilight in furtive
retreat:
this hour,
when winds summon
birds to the distant realms
when little voices rise on beaming
star lakes.
