Meet me at the edge of midnight,

walk with me along the shore.

No words, we touch, time so slow

within the realm of shadow.

Sweet freedom in the land

of no tomorrows, drifting

beside the river of forgotten

sorows, words unspoken.

When soft comes morning light-

invasive, cruel, its divisive touch

to steal the truth we know-

our hearts revealed in


Cheryl KP

copyright words and image 2016

13 thoughts on “Moonglow/Poetry

    1. Yes it does Julia. Mystery, magic, possibility and dreams….
      Hope your weekend is lovely. Congrats on the book reveiews for Strong as Death. That is awesome!


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