outside in the gloaming, <br />southern wind blew my hair <br />like flames <br />every star in the galaxy <br />was visible in blue vespers <br />reaching to grasp for them <br />symbolically <br />i would like to believe <br />they're there just for me <br />i’m a realist <br />a longing deep inside of me <br />i won’t concede <br />holding myself <br />to keep <br />from falling apart <br />dreaming never works <br />seems no matter how <br />many embrace me <br />i still feel alone <br />what is this indefinable <br />hunger that lives in me <br />this desire <br />to scream at the stars<br /><br />Joyce Chelmo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gloaming-hour/
