In the hush of lowering darkness I can feel a rising Power; with the dim delirious starkness of the coming midnight hour, when all the Earth's a-tremble I lie waiting in my bower for the sound of seeking steps - return to me In the creep and drift of something shifting softly through dry leaves, comes the whispered voice of onething for the waiting heart that grieves; as the nightwind wisps a summons to the someone love bereaves I am singing in the night - return to me til our world awhirl in sorrows rests in pieces all around, and our unnumbered tomorrows can be left in lives unbound, in the shadows I am waiting where the lost in Love are found; in the moonmist I await... return to me Song of Night, alight in flight- return to me!
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WONDERFUL!
Love your stuff pretty lady
The spooky season is here! Great for this time of year @R. H. Snow! 👻