Wee Hours
Dark is the night when the light fades;
Wee hours creep slow in hazy mist;
Moon beams aid sight as cold air trades;
Draught in dark show in lonely gist.
Dark fills the time as sleep comes round;
Wee hours now cast a distant feel;
Moon aura chimes in drowsy grounds;
Cold misty blast seals the odd deal.
Dark is the gaze of this nocturne;
Wee hours hurl trace as night floods well;
Moon magic maze flings a sad tune;
Dry air dries face as echoes dwell.
Leon Enriquez
08 June 2014
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
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