Night Owls

Streams of night's illume, only half a constant, rising in my air, and out, of my reach. Current joys, diaphanous to despair, never to know each other, amidst their stained glass saints.

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Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 8/14/2024 8:27:00 PM

Your words are both deep and introspective, I love owls, they are so precious and mystical, a pleasure reading your words tonight dear poet. Thank you for your visit :)

Tom Woody

Date: 8/14/2024 1:51:00 PM

Interesting. There's a certain sadness to it. "Never to know each other..." I wonder

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 8/14/2024 8:51:00 AM

This is a perfect night owl poem. It reminds me of nights when I jump out of bed with a poem idea. Many thanks.

Kate Davies
Date: 8/14/2024 10:13:00 AM

Thanks Hilda :)