The Cave's Skin

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A picture I took recently in a cave.

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Craving

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

The night now dances close
In its nocturnal dance dreams
Like a dark leaved evening rose
With thorns of yesterdays deems
I watch the shadows shift
In to my thoughts I yearn for
And back again to dim drift
To become nothing once more

My heart is beating loneliness
And echoing through its sound
Feelings to turn out to be less
Until they are nowhere found
So much is though hidden inside
In place of the outlying deep
That ruined my wishes or tied
Until their thoughts they sweep

Now abandoned I do crave
For something that's there still
And through the missing pave
To try to find again and fulfill
I watch the shadows dance
In a fluttering beaming light
Weaving the moment's instance
Through time and missing night