Night
I stand alone in the middle of the night.
One person with a vision of nocturnal sight.
Fighting with emotion like rain on the road.
Swirling and moving with such a mighty load.
Love so thick lick the night winds blow.
Wishing for moments like traveling river flows.
Holding on to memories of unity design.
Waiting for destiny’s life and death to align.
Removing the sadness stained by sin.
Holding the glass overflowing with gin.
The lighting in the air dances free.
Not restrained by life of rooted tree.
Holding on tightly of what is the truth.
Relating to blues like Brown is to Ruth.
Swaying in the breeze my empty eyes shine.
Daylights present makes the demons turn fine.
Copyright © Misty Gentry | Year Posted 2018
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