Tonight
Tonight is a night for the poets,
When words are set free to soar,
Flying heroes and madness and silver lined sadness
To the moon sailing silent above.
Tonight is a lover's night lonely,
With words drifting lost amongst clouds,
Crafting fairytale princes and girls amongst cinders
Blowing kisses sprinkled with love.
Tonight is a faraway dream,
From the time when words glittered like stars,
As they shone from the stories my mother read softly,
While the night nestled in like a dove.
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