~ Eventide ~   3 comments



Now is a quiet time

A place for verse

A space for rhyme.

What better way

In heart and mind

To end the day.

The day is ended

Work is done

Wrongs are mended.

The evening sky

In star filled dark

Asks not why

We search for love

‘neath silver moon

And stars above.

In this blissful peace

We find solace

(and) all else will cease.

The spirit inside

Finds its release

And no longer hides.

Words flow easily

The dream begins

And the page is filled.








Posted August 1, 2016 by PapaBear in Personal, Poetry, Uncategorized

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3 responses to “~ Eventide ~

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  1. Oh I like this one! I’ve missed not being able to get on much. It’s nice to see that you’re still great. 😊

  2. Ahhhh, I am so glad, your muse is back and poetry soaring!

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