Day has fallen
To her knees,
The quietude
Is deafening,
And love’s a tune
That other people hear —
She muses on
Both light and hope,
The way they each
Are lessening,
And how it is that dreams give way
To fear —
But lightly, o’er across the lake,
An evening bird is singing,
One probably no one but her
Discerns
And isn’t this the way of things,
To wander in the shadows
As each of us into the light
Takes turns
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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