Sometimes
Sometimes,
Nothing makes me feel more alive
Than, the stillness of the night
The conflicts beside my being
To the struggles within my mind
Sometimes,
Nothing makes me feel more alive
Than, the tranquil soon to follow
Amid, the ambiance of starlight
Where irrelevant, the whole world is
Simply out of sight
Sometimes,
I long to hold forever
The now, midnight hours which I own
To savor mere moments free
Where my thoughts, begin to surface
From up, out of deepest, darkest keep
But, always conscious dreams must also sleep
As they shy in sunrise among another quiet
Where washing slumbers seep
Unfolding, to its rival, my alter life
In nexus of a day's arrival
Surrendering, giving blackout its reprieve
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