From The Plains Of Midnight

by NightFlyer   May 9, 2024

Forever lie the plains of midnight
Silence marks the path before me
In the dimness of early morn
The misty air in calm purity floats
This is the essence that is the night
And calmness the door to soaring dreams
A portal to the recesses within
That reverberate a million miles below
Like currents alive in oceans deep
Rising up to move my pen
These swirling words from dreams sublime
And far plains, illuminated
Beyond the twisted paths of desolate night
They call me from this sleepy season
And flowing rivers of the mind
Let them flow from these depths below
And let these words rise to my room
Like vapors from mountains high.

Copyright 2024


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