Golden Skies and Insomniac by Stan Phillips Golden Skies I shall melt into your mind, and dance with your words. Embrace your wisdom. And become your second soul. You are the poem I write. And the song I sing. The dawn of my day. You are the setting of my sun. You are the free bird of my yearning that flies in golden skies of Spring
Insomniac I awoke in the night and walked to my window. Beyond the glass the shadows of the branches moved against the scudding clouds. No sound was heard. Just the barking of a distant disconsolate dog echoed on the air. Unseen small creatures used the darkness as their home. But their way is alien to me. And they do not know I exist. And the night stretched ahead lonesome. And sleep would not come. Just the small despair of the insomniac. And I stood there watching the darkness. Made some chamomile tea. Wrote a poem. Listened to some Schubert. Saw the dawn break full of promises. All is well.
Stan Phillips is a poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.” Discover more about Stan on Mom’s Favorite Reads website: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/stan-phillips - 74 -
