Sunday, June 24, 2018

When the Night Comes--By Sandra Stefanowich--Canada

When the Night Comes

it's once more

in a wind
I’ll hear
your voice

in a song

with sleepy eyes
I’ll see you
appear

among the stars

inside the lunar lounge
half the way -
for that cup of coffee

where we meet

for when 
the night
comes

by the grace of God

a precious heart
always seems
to stay that way

Born in Toronto, Ontario, Sandra Stefanowich is a self-taught writer. She has been writing off and on since an early age. Most of her writing revolves around what she sees in everyday life, nature and her concerns about mankind. She enjoys reading, writing, hiking, animals and photography.

4 comments:

  1. A lovely poem tinged with sadness.
    Caryl Calsyn

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  2. Sandra,
    A touching poem.
    Yours truly,
    David Fox

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  3. so good to see you writing, buddy - beautiful. Hope you're doing well xx

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