Night/My Poetry

Night To sleep, perchance to dream… my favorite part of the day, it seems. To waltz between the worlds and dance among the stars. Soaring, plummeting, absorbing the mysteries whispered throughout the night, only to awaken to uncertainty once more. Questions poised on my lips as the faint, taunting soliloquies of the spirits fade into the morning light. I mourn. One day I will sail into the endless night and return no more- the forever light will shine. Cheryl KP 2014 Advertisements Continue reading Night/My Poetry