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When She Comes

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

sweetest-dreams

She came silently,

not saying a word,

I know because I was,

looking up at a silvery sun -

in an autumn gray sky.

I was feeling the wind

and trying to catch the hours of the day,

as suddenly the purple twilight haze -

spread across the sky.

She came,

much too soon,

with her she brought,

a blanket of black velvet

a sprinkling of glowing stars

and a yellow, orb that seemed to fill the sky.

She took away the sun,

left me with a romantic glow,

I have to smile,

I cannot send her away,

if she brings along the quiet,

time for dreaming.

I couldn’t, wouldn’t have it any other way,

because when she leaves,

with the dawning of a new day,

I know she’ll be back again

and we’ll play shadow games,

in the garden.

Many a romantic time,

under the moon above,

I love to see her night shadows,

trying to hide the moon above,

while dancing with my love -

for you see she is the night.

© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee

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