Tis happy when
The daylight dies
When softer moon and stars arise
Tis joyful when
The sun bleeds on
The skin of distant horison
With glee today
Is history
Tomorrow may yet never be
How it aches
When bloodied claws
Castigate the midnight pause
And so I wait
When dawn arrives
That moment sweet
When daylight dies.
Sunday, December 09, 2012
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