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The Darkening Hours

Night to day Day to night Your presence in the shadows Your passion a fire that burns even at the distance I am a moth to your flame Attracted without concern Even your rejection sweet to me The past not a distant memory but a constant reminder Calling me back I move through this dream Animated by your voice Guided by hope once misplaced but never lost I approach ever closer An almost unfathomable distance Have you eluded or trapped me My heart tells me there is no difference My mind surrenders to the inevitable The dream becoming my only reality Am i lost or found Only you know the answer

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 3/22/2013 11:46:00 PM
Very powerful, even when love is not returned I feel we are more human in the very act of loving another. I enjoyed your poem.
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Date: 1/22/2013 10:45:00 PM
Wayland, ""thank you for leaving a blissful thought, I do not mind the dark feeling... after all isn't that what poetry is all about.. ((all kinds of emotion crawling from all corners)) The question here is of passion and fire with a fever of wanting to know... always~PD
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Wayland Bunch
Date: 1/23/2013 12:07:00 AM
What you just described is what Philosophy created in me. I really enjoy all of your comments. "AS WELL AS EVERYONE ELSES". Had to do that public service announcement. Thanks again for all the wonderful comments.
Date: 12/30/2012 9:13:00 PM
Great job! Awesome write, Wayland. So good!
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Wayland Bunch
Date: 12/31/2012 1:48:00 AM
Thank you for your lovely comment.

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