The night has been long
And somewhere off in the East
The morning light hovers
Out of sight.
Here the evening is dark and cold.
My tears make a storm
As I lie alone.
I listen for those familiar footsteps
Of my youth,
But only silence
Greets my ears.
Footsteps
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Tristan, I’ve come across mighty few poets who can hold me for long with “free verse” poetry, however I’m putting you right up there with James Kavenaugh and Philip Appleman, my two favorites. I’d like permission to copy off one or two to add to my collection of “Favorites”.