This is a strange night indeed,
warmer than most, cooler than some.
It is a strange night of need,
darkness is a song whose words won’t come.
Dreams of a dreamer
languishing in fear and self-loathing,
hiding in the mind like a fever
coming as a sheep in wolf’s clothing.
A specific place in time, awake in the dark
music is the silence inside my mind.
There is a song hidden with my heart
with words and music of another time.
Sweat-soaked hopes swim forward
trying to wash themselves clean
seeking a home to run toward
or to find purchase in a dream.
NIGHT SONGS by John Ryland | Sandalwood Vanilla Poetry Reed Diffuser
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