Sometimes when the long day is almost
done
Just before the night creatures come to
dance
With all lost souls who are wanting to be
one
Then is the time that the failing light
gives way
To the darkness; allowing the music of
silence
Into the endless night that envelopes the
play
Between forces that keep dear hearts in
grip
And those that drive unraveled thoughts
to flight.
Only dawn’s gentle touch will find which
one survives
The evening’s ingress whilst morning’s
harmony arrives.
Rise early and embrace the moment and if
leaving
To meet yourself - run for time is
believing.
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