Poems of my journey

Hi everyone,

R.I.P., CONNECTING DOTS, published by Boyds Mills Press, 2004.


As starry hours slowly sweep
We turn together in our sleep.
Sometimes I wake and watch her there
In rumpled sheets and tangled hair
Pillow tucked beneath her head
Breathing near me on the bed —
A quiet every-night event —
Then drift away again, content.

Outside in dimly shadowed light
Voices thrum away the night
And as they sing their ancient themes
We mingle in each other’s dreams.
Time moves softly, slow and deep,
We turn together in our sleep
Until the morning comes and then
She wakes and life begins again.

(c) by David L. Harrison, all rights reserved.


8 comments on “Poems of my journey

  1. Love this poem, David! And I’m sure that Sandy does, as well!

    Here’s my silly version, and then I’m off to bed.

    Time for me to go to bed –
    I’d rather sit upright instead.
    Coughing has us feeling rough,
    Meds don’t help, must be tough.

    Though we cough and gag and hack,
    Love is something we don’t lack.
    Hope we’re better very quick,
    And forget this being sick!

    • Good morning, Susan. I just found this. Sorry I missed it last night and doubly sorry that your coughs are hanging on like this. How awful! I hope you and Danny are over these things soon!

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