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Here the reluctance of nightly slumber
With my soul aflame with disquietude,
My fear, as darkness becomes my blanket,
That my eyes once shut will see you no more.

The blind can have their morning light unseen,
But my seeing you is morning to me.
What need have I for eyes but your beauty?
I should rather choose darkness with you.

I am scared! What if my eyelids rebel?
What if they are weighed down with jealousy?
My dreams are not enough! You are too true.
I’ll not sleep, lest my eyes stay closed to you.

I shall embrace insomnia’s madness
If my eyes can give me no assurance
That sleeping, they will open in the morn,
To you, only you, my truest sunrise.
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Viewfinder Dec 2018
All the sad faces, so quickly they appear
Those eyes they peer; like voyeurs of the night
As time approaches dusk, and light becomes dark
They disembark
From Upper York Street-
To the strongholds of the the Shore Road
Glimpsing in, people stare back
From the Spides of the north
To the elderly and beyond
Coughing and shuffling, moaning and groaning;
Oh! What a concert!
Amadeus would be a proud man indeed
As it slogs by I catch a fleeting glimpse
My face, appearing ever so different; sadder
It must be illusionary, right? Perhaps
Standing there, just thinking to myself
Will I ever see these people again?
Maxim Keyfman Dec 2018
sip of water
one sip of water
after a day of incomprehensible
after incomprehensible light
after incomprehensible eyes of water
water sip one water
me a little bit
I am incomprehensible for a whole day
did not drink or eat anything but how much
how much water was more accurate
in my heart and in my eyes and in my
in the words of incomprehensible sip of water give water
oh sip finally walked in my day
here is a little bit left until the evening of inspiration

Donna Nov 2018
Bowl of weetabix
Topped with spoonful of sugar
Warms a Winters Night
My fav cereal, Dean just made me a bowl ,  Yums ***
Mike Nov 2018
I lie here.
My eyes caress the ceiling.
My thoughts visit my past,
And bring back with it memories both fond and distasteful.

Artificial lights ******* the eyes that once saw things differently.
Eyes now glazed with perspective given to them by experience and time.
Eyes that now display with more clarity where my thoughts lie.

Although intangible, I feel my breath dance along my skin.
I conclude there’ll be more of these moments to come.
So I close the eyes that once saw things differently,
As my thoughts stroll aimlessly into my imagination from what once was.
It's fun to see, in hindsight, how certain experiences have shaped the young woman I've become. As long as there is breath in my lungs, there will be more opportunities to reflect. I look forward to that. For now, i'll busy myself by letting my imagination run wild until sleep whisks me away.
It poured a heavenly rain today
The roads washed anew
Little streams danced and slid down the alleys to the music rains play

The Gulmohar petals in orange red hues
Lay strewn on the pavement grey
Perched atop the green leaves
Glorious they looked in the warm sun rays

A walk in the evening mellowed rains
The tiny raindrops fell gently upon my face And raincoat peach
Luminous  under the street lamps
Silvery Rain-beams dance
21st June - Rains
Mike Nov 2018
I waved goodbye to the oak tree
And felt the cool breeze surround me
Looked up to the multicoloured sunset
And down to the assortment of sienna leaves
(Evenings outside in nature)
Winter is fast approaching which is bad news for me because I love autumn. I personally think that's when nature is most beautiful. *shrugs shoulders*
Maxim Keyfman Nov 2018
sunny spring day
but on the dial is cold
here again was deception
and the evening longing pursued
chasing me

Evening shadows–
fallen plums
under the plum tree.
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