From the Poets Desk
In the dull quiet of night
I sit and pen in prose my dreams
My every loves ambition
I sketch portraits in words
To play the scene I dare not live
There in words I come alive
There in words I hide
I find the strength and courage
The belief in love itself
A world of possibility
Laid bare, open before me
The written self marches on
Where I sometimes fear to tread
To speak so free of a thought
Which serenades a great beauty
Pays tribute to one such girl
The romance of my verse a revelation
Behind the truth of my soul
Who in the sleepless dull quiet of night
Comes alive to write
poem by Matthew Holloway
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