The night has come
And gone away is our sun
The time of making hay is no more
We sleep waiting for tomorrow morn
But what if we don't wake to see the sun
Will our night praise the morn
Or the time the sun did come
Or cry,wail and moan
And beg father nature
To give us a chance to see another morn.
Just before morning fall's
the sun peeks on my face
as I lay on my water foam
I look through my window
the sun put's on a smiling face
like the sky so cloud
all I could see is cloud
like the tine voice of my mummy
Singing a hallow night song
the birds at the peek of their voice
Yet I could not hear a thing
In my wild clay room
like my wild dream
I felt so could
as rain drop through my ceiling
In my wild clay room
I was call up from bed
like a king in palace
With tears forge with blood
Which studs as a dish
as I wear a smile of sorrow
In my wild clay room
I see the heavens smile
I wish I could go yonder
Yet I felt hunger
as I walk through the street
been greeted with gift of lashes
I wish I could regart
but acceptance becomes a must
I kicks the bucket a hundred times
but greeted back to life a million times
Conforming became a must
While greeted like a king
If only I could fly
Even if I could fly
I will fly up to no were
like I was greeted back to life a million times
I call to heavens
like heaven's were far from me
yet I could fill it's presence
Just before the sky fall's
I wake up from bad
Oh it was a night mear
My dream My dream.
I fly across the sun lite sky,
The wind rushing under my wings,
I never want to land,
because I am as free as a bird,
I fly across the dark night sky,
Searching for food,
I can't see but I don't want to stop,
because I am as free as a bird,
I land in my bed,
Ready for the night sky to fall,
So I can sleep and dream about flying,
because in my dreams I am as,
Free as a bird.
I feel like I'm waiting for my life to fall apart
I don't know why I want it to
So often I feel like nothing's real and it really doesn't matter anymore
Then I have to draw myself back into reality
So much can change when the lights go out on your world
You can either be lost all night
or be trapped in the moment
I'd rather lay out among the starts all night as my Dove tells me to
I don't know where my life is heading
It feels like my plan might be altered
and I feel it just will never come true
I don't want to feel like I'm punching the wind
I need a calm relief so I can stay on track
The night has bobbed away….the stereo blasting
Through the moon roof as the highway markers
Roared by….the night has bobbed away….like
Sinatra’s undercover meetings with the makers
….nobody heard us running as far and as fast
As we could, following the zephyr in the night
Sky….Orion’s Belt, leading us towards the
“daybreakers” waiting for us on the other side
…..the night has bobbed away….trains bearing
Down on us like incantations, squeezing our
Thoughts…..me, dewey and grin….always on
The run, convinced of our capture, but positive
About our escape….just 3-more miles to go
….lights up ahead….on que, dewey goes right,
I go left, and grin, he stays with the ride
….grin, he always stays with the ride
Grins the man…..
01/14/11
10:12 pm
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When night came, the cattle bedded down
And the night riders making their rounds
Samuel would take a strole to the chuck wagon
And Cookie would hand him his cup of coffee
As he savored it's taste
He'd check with Cookie to see
If his supplies were holding out
Then find ol' Jack crawl aboard and make another round
The nights of stary bliss
Or winds a blowin strong
The drovers were right there
To keep things from going wrong
The rivers they did cross,
Sometimes took their tole
Little Zeke was lucky to be on hand
He threw Luke a lasso and drug him to dry land
Some cattle were lost
Due to the heat
Some they had to nurse maid
If they got snake bit
The prairie dog towns were dangerous grounds
For horses, cattle or cowboys
Their holes were the cause of many a fall
With broken legs you can't ride a saddle
Nights in the bedroll
Days in the saddle
Day after day
They trailed the cattle
Scales of purple, black, and silver.
The moonlight dances on plated armor.
Twilight and I flew threw the dark night skies
on purple leather wings.
We fly as long as the night will allow.
I'm finding I can fly so high above
the chaos and normality of life.
Swooping down on a dark abyss
of an ocean that sparkles in the moonlight.
The horizon turns vermilion,
our ride is done until the night comes again.
Written by Jessica Spencer
**Family friend.
15 years.
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