Master of the Night
Sitting around listening
to some Bob Dylan tunes
I begin to realize that the cold night
will eventually
lose it's icy grip
on me
the viscous winds won't penetrate
my walls
Nor will the heavy
politics of death
destroy
the small boat
which I sent out
every morning
after testing the wind
The sounds and words
strengthen my confidence
it's definitely
true
that waves of peace
will conquer in the end
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2007
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