A day fills the pages for night dreams.

Songs settle into wide branches while

lovers speak in whisper language.


Night is blind to evil. The land is

filled with stiff gray images.


A jagged twisting wind circles

over smooth faces.


Silence holds the greatest of weight

under an early sliver of moon.


Dreams open the night before

slipping into forever gone.

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