Hush My Soul


Moonless midnight of the mind

It’s late and I’m sad

Listening to the blues

Lost in the music

Seeking something

But never finding

As I lay quite

Pretty rain falls softly

To hush my soul

Melancholy music and sweet rain

A little hiding place

Enchantment comes whispering

Stars tangle in my hair

As I dance with

The Moon

Till morning comes

And then the

Sun – bright

Golden – Sun

I tell my soul

To hush her aching

For the moon will

Rise and waltz with

Her again

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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