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Waiting For The Morning Light

I lay,
awake...
stroking battle scars and break;
take...
just one more step, before this morning wakes,
today ...
these reminiscent memories can stay....
away...
when sunlight breaks this spell im weaving,
its ok...
this star just cannot stop,
believing...
in something new,
a picture...
of a memory of you,
I take...
along with every passage I have known,
Ive grown...
accustomed to these trials by night,
I fight...
between the gaps and spaces in my mind
to find...
that starlight shines beneath these covered walls,
and falls...
upon the reminiscences we take,
awake...
and shines in an illuminated sight,
at night....
when all I did was stroke these battle scars,
and break...
forgetting all the starlight as I lay
awake...
waiting for the morning light.

RMP (2010)


 
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