when all is still dark and the morning bird does not yet sing a warm glow spreads slowly at night's end the horizon a fading shade of purple and red whispering wake to me - sleeping world for a beautiful day lies ahead
nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree, wind rustling the remaining leaves gnarly branches, black against the moon the sweetest dreams, taking residence in my heart you & I an impossible possibility the sheets will not reveal my secrets
never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night
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