By The Time I Find My Words

By The Time I Find My Words short poem

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By the time I find my words
It is time for you to say good night,
It is time for you to put the children to sleep,
It is time for you to switch off the kitchen lights.

By the time I find my words
A dog or two is awake beneath the street neon lamps,
The night-watchman whistles his presence,
And the owls have begun to hoot.

I find my words deep into the night
My lips have moved all through the day though,
Speaking words that are not mine,
Acting like someone I am not.

Pages fill up with rivers of thought,
My hand moves briskly in place of my wary lips,
I discuss my day with my shimmering silhouette,
That gives company other than the flickering lamp.

When I do find my words
In company of the desperate midnight moon,
And the sordid roads, and the morbid trees,
I am alive – but alas, you are not there to know.

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Poignant intensity of failed love. Past master of building a world of dream.
It is really awful !


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