Matthew Anish Poet Blank verse

For Later....

The clock 
continues to spin
we sit here 
      with our poems, our wine, our dreams
      trying to make sense 
of it all
    The years pass by in a flash 
  During the short time 
we are here
we seek truth
But truth fades 
      like the sun
before it sinks in 
the evening
    one sweet song 
is all we really need
  Lift your voice
 and perhaps you will 
   be heard
    someone may be
 listening
        for all we know
and if you feel 
  a certain trembling 
           inside
          Then save your awe for later
   when the sun is 
eclipsed by
    the bright, bright 
  moon
and stars glow
lighting up the darkness
       leaving us to 
gaze up 
      in wonder 
at the vastness of
    creation

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