Poetry by Jeff Green

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Nocturnal Visits

by cricketjeff on September 28, 2010.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

She comes to me in dreams each night,
An echo of serenity.
When stars and Moon are shining bright,
She comes to me.

By day she’s far across the sea,
Her silver smile is out of sight
And I’m content to simply be.

But when the dusk has doused the light,
And Morpheus has set me free,
Imagination’s fires ignite —
She comes to me.

Author notes

A “Swinburne Roundel”