Dead of Night

MY DEAD OF NIGHT I should tell you a lie, it's a bad dream you're living, but reality is knowing what you are, you could ride on the wind, but it won't take you very far. I would show you the light, it's a black candle burning, and the hottest part is knowing what you are, you could run from the dark, but you will never get too far. I could sing you to sleep, through your lifetime of dying, but reality is knowing what you are, you could cry through the night, but it won't get you very far. You're the page I turn. The love I need. As candles burn, you're the life I read. You're my dead of night, my candle bright, my only love, my dead of night. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet