night
By jvriesema
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Night,
when the stars
cross the threads of the moon
and music climbs the stairs of the composer.,
we dream.
In a silent sky
when
lights below flicker in rooms filled with late night dreams;
coffee murmuring from cups on kitchen tables.
Alone with our dreams,
half awake,
we stare out of darkened windows to the lights of the city below.
Streetsweepers paint landscapes upon London streets
and
the night casts a glance at the stars
hoping to find the ocean that never ends.
We dream
within hot porcelain cups of tea and the aroma of coffee..
reminding us of cafes and conversations of loves we lost
In the aftermath of our present;
within the aftermath of our lives;
running from the dream,
we hope to never pause.......
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Beautiful words in this poem,
Beautiful words in this poem, especially like:-
Night,
when the stars
cross the threads of the moon
and music climbs the stairs of the composer.,
we dream.
In silent sky
when
lights below flicker in rooms filled with late night dreams;
Love this captured scene in your poem.
Jenny.
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