I hear the voice of a thousand cries,

Heading towards the evening sky,

Heavens cry for no man lies,

What the heart knows and cannot try,

Where to go but without a why,

How we come to here and upon this time,

Mercy now and forever smile,

A ghost from the past lurking by,

Hallow depths and into the rye,

Together but apart — the longest goodbye,

I find nights where I’m asleep the words for my poetry come naturally. Almost as if this is the perfect hour to write a poem. Enjoy!

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