Night Poem by Ursula Tillmann
Night
Sleep will not
rest upon
my dreams -
the candle burns
before its time.
Lost causes
chase the
striking clock
and moments
weep their memories.
Before this day
will dawn again
I seek rebirth
with all its pain,
longing for comfort
of that child,
which slept
and dreamed
and rested
at night...
You pen melancholy penned succinctly and poetically. Love your evocative image of the child after sleep. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
We all dream about being reborn as that child who was innocent, relaxed, knew no fear, and played with our dolls, like they were our children, like we had seen our mothers do. But my mother was not the raising kind. I learned everythin from my Grandma Dolly, and Auntie Caroline. MY friends were a great help too. This poem is very heartfelt, and there is emotion and feeling in every line. Thank you for sharing. Love & hugs, Barbara
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4/19/2024 4:03:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
good one....! it is like a dear dream