After The Tours Are Over Poem by Terence George Craddock

in the quiet of the night
in restive periods of relaxation
wind down resting before sleeping
I can travel back through days journey

I do not share my cave
I memorized guided sections
can journey there any time now
long after I finally leave

strange I get underground
but no space time quiet
to explore depths of poems
to complexity I desire to write

just superficial flat characters not timeless ages


Copyright © Terence George Craddock