Michael East Poet Free verse

Moving On

Let’s fall away from all the nights
Here’s October, the last of flowers.
A yellow smoke clouds all the air,
In a room we’ve come to.
What wanders, turns its back,
It has a silent voice, where
It stands. You’re eyes stare, 
Into leaving, the wind,
The sky, reflect in reason, 
To talk of, when words
Are gone, it eclipse a shadow, 
That walks and stands.
Let’s fall away, all the nights
October quiet, its light reflect,
Moonlight shines over, then
Leaves what is left.

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