standing in the dark
The night is darker then ever
The moon has hidden behind a cloud
An owls eyes are looking ever so clever
It's screech is frightening, shrill and loud
I'm standing in the middle
In the middle of something I can't see
In the distance I hear the sound of a fiddle
The soft melody is of some comfort to me
Then the sounds end
There's nothing but the night
I'm hoping for new comfort around the bend
But to get there, I'll have to struggle with all my might
Every breath sounds loud
I dare not move too much
The moon shows itself from behind the cloud
Shadows stick in my mind like a piece of fudge
I can see some more
I'm standing in a street
The fears I felt before
I will have to meet
There's a lamp, but it doesn't shine bright
Yet it's a beaken of hope
I could fight my fears in the light
It would make it easier to cope
But somehow I don't want to
I want to stay here in the dark
There's nothing much I want to do
No moments or thoughts I want to mark
I watch the moon sliding back behind a cloud
And the night becomes dark once more
The owl's schreech is no longer frightening or loud
I feel safer now, then ever before
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: little one | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 juli 2004 | ||
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