Poetry: For Claudia

It happens when your eyes are heavy,

And daytime turns to night

When the sometimes harsh daylight

Turns into soft moonlight, barely

Comforting the thoughts that haunt,

That are not easily swept away

That are determined to stay

That horrify, terrify, cry, daunt

It is then that you need them badly

The small, tinkling, starlight ones

Lifting the veil, these small beacons

Of hope, carrying you gladly

Away from pain and fear to hope

And dance, mischief and laughter

Starlight, colour, warmth and after

That hopeless feeling, now you can cope

Let those fairies cover you with

Starlight dust, for happy dreams

In which Pegasus, it seems

Whinnies softly, let you sit

Between his wings, and takes you

Back to bed, white-winged hero.

And, in the soft moon glow,

You finally sleep, smiling too.

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Meme by Mel Leach

Poem by Darren White

October 21, 2016

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