Thursday, October 8, 2015

October Night

I lay upon my pillow pondering, dreaming, scheming, wishing, wandering,
In restful slumber one October night.
When from my dreams I was awoken, by a whispered word that was not spoken, By a waxing crescent’s moonbeam token.
In my room one October night.
Then walked to where the curtain covered, a scene that then my eyes discovered, A star filled night and moon that hovered,
Hovered one October night.
So pen in hand I started writing, of worlds and wishes so inviting, where all who loved were reuniting.
Reuniting that October night.

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