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I Drift Into the Night

I dream about a day that may never come, I watch my life unravel, simply come undone. My feet begin to drag as I walk across the floor, Still I cannot wait for what the future has in store. I go out for a walk as the sun is getting low, The sky explodes in colors as I watch it go. It kisses the horizon and then it goes away, It seems to mark the end of just another day. I stand upon a hill as the light begins to fade, I think about the day, decisions that I made. Light begins to falter as it all goes dark, I feel this spark growing inside my heart. I look into the valley as the darkness grows, I see the sparks of fireflies they seem to glow. I hear the birds sing they soon will retire, I look up at the moon it appears to be on fire. The stars up above look like diamonds in the sky, I watch the lights on planes as they streak by. I think of the darkness filled with all these lights, They seem to be like beacons to guide me through the night. I lay upon the grass and gaze upon the stars, They sparkle so bright in a sky dark as tar. I close my eyes and imagine I can fly, Travel to the moon as it rises high. The day has give way to the wonders of the night, Everywhere I look, I catch another sight. As time flies by, I wonder where it went, A breeze blows, carrying a floral scent. I climb from the hill it’s time to go to bed, Visions of the night still dancing in my head. Soon tomorrow shall become today. The sun will rise and the stars will go away.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 8/8/2012 6:19:00 PM
Very beautiful. This shall be one of my favorites. A great write that can touch us all.
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Mark Russell
Date: 8/8/2012 6:33:00 PM
Thanks Carol you are too kind, you brought out this big smile:) Glad you enjoyed it sometimes the transition it dark can be a little troubling but on this night many things were like beacons to guide me through. Hae a great night and thanks for reaing..Mark

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