MN (11-08-1970 / )

A Clear Midnight

THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

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Comments (12)

Effortlessly you bring out such a beautiful message :) Love it
So nice, it makes one smile. And as a reader, I almost feel part of these compliments are addressed to me :) Thank you. Julia
I can't but admire your sense of humour and wit as perfectly handled as by any prominent poet. Thanks for the poem.
Love and respect shine through your beautiful words.Your work always inspires me. It must be very special to have the feelings you are able to describe here so wonderfully. Kindest Regards Slim. x.
I really, really like your poem Mary :) Throughout your rhyme and rhythm is wonderful! Your poem is so comforting, and puts the reader in a peaceful and positive mood :) Kim
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