lei fraser

imagine.create.become

writer, poet, photographer, artist, illustrator, knitter,friend and fine pancake flipper

I write in long folds of night

I write in long folds of night

Words that you will not read

Etched into shadowlines of early morning

Touched only by flickering tongues of candle light

What couldn’t wait

Until after sleep’s stolen hours?

What could not wait…

August 2015

Posted in Poetry