Friday, May 1, 2015

night time

there will come a time
when we will take long strides into the night
and when we look over our shoulder
we will be greeted by the moon 
not by hungry men
we will whisper secrets to the stars
and the stars will no longer weep 
when they hear our stories
there will come a time
when the night releases its clenched fists
and holds us gently instead


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