Time not sleeping but forever creeping;
in shadowed dreams lies a crispy twisting;
Breathing to live while the blood is steeping,
the Sun exhales at last, alighting a Lunar mist.
As the heart beats the clock, the tick and the talk,
love burns with a heat, but cools with the cheat.
Never wishing to lose over darkened black hues,
Through a misty nights weeping shadows of blue.
Through the teary haze, affixing my gaze,
on a moon so bright in this cool twilight.
Love kind and true, gone now and ablaze,
time’s not sleeping, just creeping out of sight.
How starved your ego must have been,
to devour my heart with a treacherous grin.
For time’s not sleeping, but forever creeping,
Grasping for love, my conscious mind spins.
© Ken Allan Dronsfield
Excerpt from the book “The Cellaring”
About the Author
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa.
He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print.
Visit Ken’s Author Page At: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/ken-allan-dronsfield.html