A NAME IN THE NIGHT

I sit here looking through my window
At the early morning mist and mizzle
My mind is still sluggish and half dreaming
Drifting through memories and images
Without purpose or reason
And from nowhere
I remember a night in the past
When I awoke crying a name
And my secret was betrayed to the moon
And the name was your's

          By Phil Roberts

Reviews

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Very well done. The beginning is sort of grey, with that usually tired feeling of early morning...
The end is mysterious.

Though I'm sure readers would love to know what name it was, and what secret was unveiled in front of the moon... But I think that'd just ruin it all.

heh...Inspires me to write. :)

[Phil Roberts]

Well, that in itself is an excellent result. Thank you :)

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My pleasure :)