Day 187 - more poetry
>> Monday, March 15, 2010
a haunted night
sky blue, black
a silhouette
against the moon
on barren ground
trees stand tall
as I look out on the dark
the music fades
curtains rise
an encore
once more perhaps
a second act
hearts stand still
as your eyes pierce through the dark
stars now gone
clouds come out
a perfect shade
pulled 'cross the hue
one bare-stripped soul
with nothing left
turns its back
now from the dark
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