The Silent One
It's at this time I like to write
No longer day, but not yet night
Where Sun and darkness can not see
The Silent One come visit me
Where shadows flow like whispered rhymes
Of sorted tales and grueling times
And so collaborate we do
In the twilight just we two
To share on creased and crumbled page
Both pain and pleasures through the age
Where tears do shed, and veins do bleed
There cryptic words no one can read
And as this world fades from our sight
Regarding night as lack of light
While the Sun, retakes the sky
The moon retreats for it is shy
Thus, it waits another day
To move the Sun, out of it's way
But, before the light is fully shunned
I wait here for The Silent One
And there we'll write until quite late
To once again collaborate.
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Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2020
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