Nomadic nights

silent, dark and moth

These words were given to me from http://whoatethedaisies.wordpress.com/ as an inspiration to write the other evening and I had nothing… I now write the below (I probably still have nothing) but I’m giving it a try, I am letting my thoughts flow a little more. Critique welcome.

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fingers splintering on bare wood
the night, eyes closed ~ except through
my third eye,  the centre of my brows

early hours are silent,  bar the tinkering
ivories that draws me from unconscious sleep
dreams will not be ReMembered
when I wake yet still I wonder

violins draw close, like moths
fluttering, movement; bow on strings
music helps my flight, as I drift or am I deep
in slumber now

wings circle overhead escaping from the birds
hush morning do not come to soon
I am in the woods, a far off place
morning will enter, UNknowingly disturb

spin… SPin  hallucinating?
rest, tortuous circles upon the pillow
REALity or not, dreams,  nightmare
bring me back to violins and
the black and white

so that I may rest tonight

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Train Station

pitch darkness obscures
the tracks
iron circles
rotate
halt

windows misty
condensation
dark & chilled
winters night
bustling platform
people
scurry

collars high
buckled coats
homeward bound to hearth
warmth cosy lamplit rooms
whistle blows
moths flicker
to the lights

newspapers dance
on impervious floors
strangers touched
electric
tingles

shoulder brushed shoulder
I walked five steps
turned
you did the same
instant
attraction
amongst the strangers
going home

boarding
leaving
lives of their own duties forgotten
a stare unbroken
veiled fog
you were gone
we were drawn
for mere moments
as moths to the light

I haven’t written for a few days and I am not working tomorrow, so please indulge me while I take advantage of my relaxed state to write a post or two… the above was in my head for 2 days…I had to release it before I could go on.