Cj Krieger Poet Prose Poetry

These Days There Are Nights

There are nights
When the moon sits still
While the stars float
In no particular manner
All about the sky

Nights
When dreams
Come to rest
Gently
Quietly
Motionlessly 
On my shoulders

There are nights
Outside
In the darkness
The wind 
Dances in circles
All about earth
Calling my name

Sometimes
There are nights
When dreams never come
And though I chase them
While I sleep
They have learned
To hide from me
Much too well
To ever find

But these days
There are nights
That hold nothing more 
Than promises 
Spoken in the darkness
That tomorrow 
May
Or may not
Come

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