These days of night,
cold air
and despair.
I hear the dogs barking,
cars passing on by,
nothing to do but linger
upon dreams that somehow survive.
Could I ever stop wanting
to be more than
what some think of me?
The moon is above me,
stars and infinity,
love and truth
are out there
but will you ever find it all?
Go to sleep I say,
forget the dusk
and the dawn,
live in the hours between
in dreams dreamt alone…
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