My Lonely Lore

I present you with a little poetry I had written myself this night:

I stare at the silent starry night

The cold wind blew gently

Dancing with the hairs on my naked skin

Soft as they seem, the golden brown sand beneath my feet

Where oh where shall I go on this Silent Night?

My heart Thump Tily Thump

Like the sound of the African drum

If only you're here, to see them on my thumb

Just how the sound of rhythmic rum

Where oh where shall I go on this Mid Night Run?

To part, we did, never more,

To say I shall, neither nor,

For you it might be a core,

But what is more than to say no more?

Where oh where shall I cry my lonely Lore?

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Listening to Loreena McKennitt - The Mummer's Dance

Mood: Inspired

Location: Hall, sofa bed

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