Whisp'ring Time Like soft rain I heard you rustle beside me and felt the wind from your movement I opened my long-shut eyes and turned them out the window to a blanket of black Stars shone like silver-nail-polish paint something I forgot to bring but who needs to be beautiful here I whisp'rd to you through the darkness and it cut like a knife not hurting but clean you stirred and rose Together we walked outside under that sea of black giggling like madmen not to be heard or seen Two hours later as dawn creeped up we sat on a rock overlooking the lake and talked about things important how our time at this place was slowing down Then as the first light escaped the sea and the first bird began her song we ran into our cabin, our home and crept under our separate itchy covers
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem about a camp I go to that I love so much.
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