A distant end to end— <br />In the length of <br />night, dies anxiety and <br />I find myself wrapped <br />around the hub of dreams <br />and a melody of <br />twinkling stars o’er blue <br />lulling winds surges <br />then ebbs at a window where <br />through crinkling <br />curtains a light pierces <br />softly sprawling itself in <br />falling shades on a <br />frosted ache smearing <br />things once seemed forever, <br />fashioned so love crazy <br />for my dear. Then, the <br />moon peers silver o’er her <br />gaze and she finds me <br />sojourning amid ancient <br />thoughts watching youth go <br />cuddling to the sound of <br />a brook lapping like a <br />tired old clock marking <br />our time to sleep <br />©2011 j.a.o.a. <br />©2011 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga<br /><br />Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-distant-end-to-end/
