Apr 2018
Come and join me.
For a walk.
Through the quiet
Foggy night.
The only sound,
That of water drops
As they grow larger
Slowly dropping,
Leaf to leaf to leaf.
Take my hand.
Walk beside me.
Through the mists
Slowly swirling
With each breath of air.
Shades of shifting light,
Timelessly reminding one,
Of a black and white movie.
Dan Gray
April 2018
For a walk.
Through the quiet
Foggy night.
The only sound,
That of water drops
As they grow larger
Slowly dropping,
Leaf to leaf to leaf.
Take my hand.
Walk beside me.
Through the mists
Slowly swirling
With each breath of air.
Shades of shifting light,
Timelessly reminding one,
Of a black and white movie.
Dan Gray
April 2018
Ever write something that you thought was never finished? Set it aside and you go back to it a couple of years later only realize it was all there. All you had to do was change the structure and there it was.
