"nmo" poems
The candle at the corner of the room
Dissolves and waxed away in tears.
Its light exhaled a mystic Moon
That flung a shadow o'er my fears.
No light that light to me returned,
But flickered privately on the vane.
And all the air around me burned
With a sense I could not name.
by Gilbert NMO Morris
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC