Magic of My Nights
Oh, my, the stars are softly calling my name.
Day dimensions are simply not my game.
I ask sister moon, to please let me sleep.
No, she flashes her eyes brighter, I get no sleep.
I am so unable to be the poet I choose to be.
Lord, release me from my love torn agony.
I hear the symphony of magical strings,
Ah, If only my words had crystalline, magical wings!
11-10-2020
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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