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Nighttime Symphony

Before I go to bed tonight, I'll leave My window open Just a crack; just in case you miss Me, and find the time to rescue Me and whisk me all the way back home I'll feel the breeze And hope it carries you as I find my Way towards sleep Meanwhile, you're out in the world, being Beautiful without me What I would give to fall asleep to A lullaby of you You are the soundtrack of my Neverland The song that sings my youth Forgive me if I cling to you, if I am afraid to Let you leave But then, as crickets chirp outside my Still open window I spend another night with them for friends Their hum, an open taunt I almost slam the window shut, after Hours have gone by Then sigh and do nothing, because after All, I can’t lock out my Thoughts I almost say I’m sorry, but I know well I speak to no one So I listen to the sound of summer creeping By; the symphony that you Devised, sometimes it feels, just for me But I know that’s not true Because I am just a spec of dust Within the spirit that makes you I could raise the masses of hell, and I know I could not move you And I wonder, what have I done to deserve The loveliness that is you? With nothing as my calling card, it is Nothing that comes out Of my selfish, wishful child’s mouth, and though You said you’d listen, I do not call Eventually, your lonely summer symphony Puts me fast asleep And in the morning, I awake to the birds Singing good mornings like a Barber shop quartet. Not much has changed Since nightfall, but on the windowsill Rests a wild tiger lily, plucked from its tallish Stem It could have blown in just by accident, yet I Take it as a sign That you were just leaving me a present, In place of kissing me goodnight

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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