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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The night lingers, yawning, Stretching its limbs across the sky; It lies there so silently, so languidly As if awaiting the early rays of morning To come by- I wake- I wake to the sounds of silence and Like the night, I linger in my bed. Nothing appears to me but darkness- Darkness that twirls a million times ‘round my head. Upon these cold, air-conditioned tiles I find myself walking so slowly, almost Crawling into the darkness. I hear my head talking- talking so loudly Even amidst all this silence. How am I to know- how am I to know Whether or not this whole night is but a dream? A mere dream so trivial that it almost wakes me And makes me part of its darkness. From my window I see the night- I see it lying there, painting all other Windows with dark threads of sleep. I even feel my eyes getting heavier, Yet something- Something endeavors to keep Me awake through this night. I continue to stare outside my window Still listening to the haze of my thoughts. How come all that is should be? And Why are you, you and simply not me? It seems that this darkness is not willing To part away from me. ( Pause) A voice- a voice recites its calmness through This night and slowly approaches my Window. I see it- I see it coming My way, touching My window, stroking the Darkness away. My thoughts once again begin to bellow And say: How come all that is should be? And why are you, you and simply not me? I succumb to the voice, regardless- And deem my thoughts forgone. On my window it slides- the voice- Almost so artistically drawn. I stand upright, Facing away from the night which has now Become withdrawn- I slowly kneel down, whispering prayers to The cold-tiled ground And finally it comes- Dawn. Inspired by a Al Fajr Prayer which is the Arabic for Dawn.
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