And now it’s night and so to bed To soothe this aching in my head. To let the bright of day depart And rest this burdened mind and heart. This busy world too much to bear, So much to do and not much care, A thousand things and all are tough, My fragile mind is not enough, To make it seem like nothing much, It always seems like such a rush, I don't have time inside my mind, And I can't make it stop.
But night-time comes and with it peace. The noise of people here is ceased. The owl cries out from far away. I hear the leaves that soft and sway. The world at night is so alive And in its blissful peace I thrive. The moon glides o’er the velvet sky And looks on me with pearly eye, “Be still,” she says, “come sail with me, Across this vast and starry sea.” And so we dream, the moon and I, Of night that never ends.
I like to write short stories which come from my Welsh roots with a sprinkle of magic and mysticism.
As an autistic person my poetry often reflects my experience of existence, and is an expression of being neurodiverse.
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