by M. Douglas Hoss
Though at night I drop my weary lids
To give my eyes their dear repose,
They do not rest or even sleep,
But off to dreams each goes.
Just what is it that they, then, see
Within those dreams they find?
Is it hope or love or the reality
Of your beauty, sweet and kind?
I think it’s really none of these
But rather, the truth of every part of you
And if I see those things at all,
It’s because they’re part of that truth, too.
So when I open my night’s eyes,
That’s when I’m finally free
From the blindness of my waking hours,
And to see what you really mean to me.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
M. Douglas Hoss was born in Wichita, Kansas on March 28th, 1957. He has studied English and poetry for over twenty years, and in 2005 had his first book "From Time To Time" published by the Western Virginia Foundation for the Arts and Sciences, which was so successful, that signed copies of a first edition paperback sell for over $80.00 on the internet. Afterwards, he taught English and College level literature overseas and later moved to Seattle, Washington where he now resides, working on his next three books.
Last updated April 25, 2013