Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2010
It's a melancholy kind of midnight as I sit here chasing dreams,
Whiling away the hours with my well-worn reveries.
Cocooning myself in a blanket of whimsy as the moonlight gleams,
I melt into a world where I am welcomed heartily.
Written by
Jenny Cassell
825
   Nikki I and Charles Dennis
Please log in to view and add comments on poems