12 am, 1 am, 2 am, drowning
Into the valley
Of the brother of,
strolling
3 am, 4 am, 5 am, laughing
Joke's on the awoken
And the not sleepy, still
Under starlight, before first dawn
The speakers first born
Fearing naught, ere demons roamed
Before cities, before tall walls
A treaty with the wolves
And grace
Their only safety
4 am, 4 am, 4 am - onward?
Living in the shadow of dawn
Evermore
End of an old age
World turns, anew
Send out the wise page
Proclaiming prince's peace
Do you remember
When we were young, and fools?
In that dream, in that world
We fled dreams and dawns, both
Shall we be old, and foolish still?
Has our wisdom grown so
To keep us unwise?
What should I ask Joe Boyd?
5 hours ago
1 comment:
You is you, because you listened.
Of you, I ask forgiveness - I was so unskilled at listening.
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