How I miss the evening light
buried ‘neath the shades of night
How I wish the stars would shine
for day’s no more a friend of mine.
Whoe’er said that black’s just black
has never suffered heart attack
the kindest kind of which you die
– the cruelest feeds you humble pie.
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How I miss the dark of night
while rays of sun force daylight bright
How I wish the sun would set
and shades of night help me forget
That black on white’s not as it seems
that truth can not be based on dreams
when nightmares lurk with evil fright
– not in the dark – but in cruel light.
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I have had dreams
and I have had nightmares.
Perhaps the only way
to overcome the nightmares
is to dream again?