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Stephen Crist Poem
Sea of embers, setting sun
Hues of red and blue and plum
Kingdoms of clouds away up high
Never touched, true paradise.
Past horizons, futures ahead
Dusk has come, night's what's next
Moonlit night, I'll see you soon
Close my eyes, I'll dream of you
Witching hour come at last
Eyes in shadows, go, run fast
Burn a candle, turn on lights
Demons can be quite the fright
Birds start to sing, dawn has come
You can't quite see the rising sun
Engines rumble, stomachs grumble
Falling out of bed and tumble
Coffee brewed, toil trouble
Another day, another struggle
Copyright © Stephen Crist | Year Posted 2024
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