A night like another, a night like no other,
Allayed are fears now, the times have changed,
Lonely as an afternoon breeze..
The chalice’s empty & the charades have departed,
The belief with it has too.!
The clock in my room & the door mat outside,
Sport a gloom..the moonbeam’s glow is all gone too.
I wish I was not a second late, my death..
I wish I was crowded more in the reasons, a greasy/greedy spoon!
Free will-like a swim for a trinket sunk beneath,
Strumming a music, a beat somewhere rings..
Panacea it soothes, at time’s questions,
Laded imaginations, even the sheep tonight have wings..
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