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Night Time by Michael Vertrees |
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And night lay across the land.
Sleepy towers, mourning their vacancies, rise and grasp stars
Tiny efforts, unnoticed by many, gather ‘round and sense me, weary
Taking my hand they lead me through dimly lit halls, pasted with memories
Into a darkened room, where I gather my senses, and lay me down.
My mind is bathed in images, waxing forth from deep recess
Moments lost to time elapsed
I speak with friends long not seen
Judgments turned and won at last.
My body washed in splendor reign, nations stretch to hear my praise
And words to all this comfort bring.
Where we sleep all reign as kings.
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--Submitted by originalgum on 2015-02-09.
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