My True Thoughts

NIGHT CURTAINS BY HELEN CONSTANTINE

 

NIGHT CURTAINS

BY

HELEN CONSTANTINE 

 

Drifting into a hazy slumb

Reflecting thoughts of my childhood dreams

 Every heart beat, softly echoes

 On a path; far, so far beyond the sea. 

 

Night curtains sway, through my window

Throwing shadows, as they fall

 And in the waning shades of evening

 I seek the days, I can’t recall. 

 

Night curtains drift from my window

 To distant realms, they fly to fall

 And in the silence of my dreaming

 I seem to drift from dusk to dawn. 

 

Drifting into a hazy slumber

 I hear voices from afar

 Singing with the tinkling

Of glittering stars.

 

Copyright Helen Constenatine 2008 

 

 

HOW WELL I’LL REMEMBER


Written

By

Helen Constantine


In the early wake of dawns breaking light

I heard the skylarks sing, their unbroken song

circling high, in well poised flight

In a cloudless azure, sultry sky


Their wistful song, brought joyous tears

Rolling back, bitter sweet souvenirs

Of long gone, bygone years


How well I’ll remember, the waning shades of day

Where from my window I could see

Countless shimmering stars, flying free

Looking down, reflectively back at me


How well I’ll remember, those sweltering

Sleepless summer nights, woozily

And drowsily  awaiting

The sound of gusty winds and torrent rain

Thrashing against, my windowpane

Drenching the scorched splintered earth

That will lovingly bequeath, new life and birth


How well I’ll remember, dawns breaking light

As storm clouds lift and drift, out of sight

And skylarks sang with the gentle breeze

That fluttered the leaves, in the sycamore trees

Where nightingales perched to rest and nest

On natures ever giving, loving breast


How well I’ll remember, not to forget

Those sultry starry summer nights

The skylark’s song and thrilling torrent rain

That swept across my windowpane



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