Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site



Recently I discovered a book among my father's personal belongings as I have helped to sort through them. I was astonished to find that in his younger days, he wrote a poem that was published in this book entitled Voice of Young America 1956-1960. Assuming that the copyright is up on this publication, I present to you now my father's words. More and more I am finding things out through the possessions he left behind that I never knew about the man who raised me. I hope you enjoy this poem, aptly named after one of his favorite pieces of music; Nocturne by Chopin.


Submitted:Sep 12, 2007    Reads: 104    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


Nocturne by Dale G. Dalby

As darkness falls I feel alone with my personal thoughts and feelings.

The Stars come out and combat the moon as if on endless ceilings.

When crickets chirp and night sounds start, inside I feel a glow.

Rushing out from deepest depths, it comes forth in a steady flow.

A gladness comes from everywhere, and captures my every dream.

I feel alive and glad to be, with nature to guide her stream.

The wind comes up and glides me by, as the word cries forth her charm.

Trees whisper softly in the night, and life is full in each leafy arm.





0

| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list



Reviews

About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.