Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2015
I sit here looking through my window
At the early morning mist and mizzle
My mind is still sluggish and half dreaming
Drifting through memories and images
Without purpose or reason
And from nowhere
I remember a night in the past
When I awoke crying a name
And my secret was betrayed to the moon
And the name was your's

                                               By Phil Roberts
phil roberts
Written by
phil roberts  M/north-west england
(M/north-west england)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems