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Dead of night
#WritcoPoemPrompt87
A new day, a new week,
Breathes your precious fragile spirit,
A new beginning, almost frightened to speak,
For it has magic virtues in it,
reminding me your presence is neither near nor far,
wind chimes blowing in heavy winds,
walking in the shadows of nights howling moon,
dancing joyful to creatures sounds of the night,
mesmerized at the silhouette standing off in a distance,
whispering words of encouragement reminding me I'm not alone in this God forsaken world of lies and deceit,
lights flicker on and off as guidance gives reassurance of safety's delight,
running towards danger until your hand reaches forth placing me back home in my bed, one more glance before the reality of your existence subsides,
dragging feet across floor ashands are released,
wandering if you were really there, was it a dream or just a prank played by Satans treacherous games,
missing you all the more.
© Brandi N. Willard
A new day, a new week,
Breathes your precious fragile spirit,
A new beginning, almost frightened to speak,
For it has magic virtues in it,
reminding me your presence is neither near nor far,
wind chimes blowing in heavy winds,
walking in the shadows of nights howling moon,
dancing joyful to creatures sounds of the night,
mesmerized at the silhouette standing off in a distance,
whispering words of encouragement reminding me I'm not alone in this God forsaken world of lies and deceit,
lights flicker on and off as guidance gives reassurance of safety's delight,
running towards danger until your hand reaches forth placing me back home in my bed, one more glance before the reality of your existence subsides,
dragging feet across floor ashands are released,
wandering if you were really there, was it a dream or just a prank played by Satans treacherous games,
missing you all the more.
© Brandi N. Willard
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