Sleepless

Tired as the setting sun

I wake to a sullen moon

as the fall is to a season

and a lazy afternoon,

wayward to the day

thoughts all lost in motion

a caressing soothing scythe

harvesting lost devotion,

shifting by the shore and sea

near a twisting tale

stories from oblivion

bleeding hearts all set to sail;

when all the leaves are leaving

and the time will always come

the sky will fill with weeping

upon this dusty crumb.

2 Replies to “Sleepless”

  1. Perfect! I appreciate you thoughts.

    On Mon, Sep 11, 2017 at 1:41 PM P o e t s Cultivation wrote:

    > Robert McColley posted: “Tired as the setting sun I wake to a sullen moon > as the fall is to a season and a lazy afternoon, wayward to the day > thoughts all lost in motion a caressing soothing scythe harvesting lost > devotion, shifting by the shore and sea near a twisting t” >

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