Tic Toc

A clock

the wind up kind

that woke me

with a shrill of bells

tic toc

since I was 7

gifted to me by my Nanny

that was pure heaven

A clock

that Mother gave away

when I left home to college

a sadness I kept at bay

A clock

that I spot

as I walk

into a vintage boutique

5000 miles away

in Paris

my childhood clock

that has returned

home

with me.

~DeniseAngela~

Only at Night

You come to me

only at night

for that time

it feels so real

this glass apartment

high in the sky

with wrap around balcony

we walk hand in hand

your kiss

the summer scent of you

I most miss

as we talk

daylight breaks

your fading

screaming at me

to close my eyes

to wait for darkness

you’ll be back

I awake 

alone 
in the apartment.

~DeniseAngela~

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my lucid dreams
Poets United

Midnight Poet

~photo via mls Prague~
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