Enter The Poet - Earning The Pen

This Night Not Wasted

Into the night I walked silently;
and quite alone
Failed moments for this have passed;
them I now atone

To bathe in her reflected beams;
as they bounce on my skin
As cool liquid engulfs my weary flesh;
to leave would do me in

How I've dreamt of these nights;
simply yearning this embrace
The breeze cool, the ocean warm;
a mist of salt dusts my face

Yes I desire to share these times;
yet I must be selfish
For this has been an unceasing passion;
an never-ending wish

Now I stand here; as waves lick
against night darkened sand
Given this quiet freedom, I relax;
and time does not call or demand

So into the night I walked...
silently...
alone...


al brown