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Night Time
by
Michael Vertrees

 
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.

--Submitted by originalgum on 2015-02-09.
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