Of the Night

The skies are clearest
on the coldest
of nights,

the stars the brightest
when the moon
is absent,

and troubled dreams
are not always forgotten
in the morning light.

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2 responses to “Of the Night

  1. Beautiful and haunting! …because its soo true

  2. I love your smaller poems – not a word wasted.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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