Roses and Moonlight
Thinking of home, thinking of the past.
Thinking of tomorrow seems to ever last.
When roses and moonlight dance on air.
Seems to mean nothing when you are not there.
Living inside me, standing beside me.
Pleases thee while fealling free.
Come home to me.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| So far away, Some day | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| Roses and Moonlight | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| One and Two and Three and Four | 1 | 07/10/2009 |
| A Good Day | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Mother and Child | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Invisable Mail Man | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
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