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An ode to those who listen in our darkest hours |
Midnight Conversations Midnight conversations yearned, discussions hung up till the dawn; camped beneath a canvas, taut, such lessons set, conceived... they're born Let loose beneath a starlit sky, absorbed within a cooling night; where formerly, a bright sun blazed, a canvas white, clean, cloudless... light Empty space, a blank page spread, to draw upon, with such hopes high; unexpected faces, fresh, with brushstrokes broad, we paint... we try We try to paint a scene at ease, we try to feign a front so brave; when what we have is what we need ... a lucky golden stunt engraved Landed somehow, safe inside, a canopy unplanned, so blessed; a place to lie, an offer vied, so hard to understand, to guess to comprehend such wheres and whys, that brought you safely to this place; from steps so brave, to places shy, the sanctity of freedom, space Spaces pined, for so much time, with races long and caution run; advantages not taken, signs, over thought... and under done A moment blessed, a nightfall cursed, in memory, cast long, it burns; a soul undressed, a spirit pursed, regretting how such seasons turn to times of isolation, wound, through memories, nostalgia stings; ideas out my station, found, the fleeting notions that they bring Dreams so hard to grasp, embrace, just seemed so wrong to take, to try; when someone offers up their space, they really should be knowing why know why it matters, oh so much, to refugees they've taken in; the fear that we're taking such ... such liberties found deep therein with moments never planned for, found, lost in unexpected sights; conversations 'neath a canvas, ground, in hotter days and cooler nights A sun imagined, brighter still, than perhaps it truly was; pooling in a slighter rill, running slowly, at a loss with gifts exchanged, remotely sent, we take the trinkets, we can get; questioning how things are meant, in contrast to the answers set Underneath a quiet moon, as sleep draws light and thin tonight; an end that's promised, coming soon, riding on dawn's early light 'midst landslides slipped where such hearts lie, whilst floods flash though, without much form; lost in the cyclone of her eyes, with stormfronts massing, breaking... warm A storm we hope might grant us calm, a straw of which to strive, to clutch; displaying excess canvas harms? ... or editing ourselves too much? Doubting when, and whether... why, the mind should lead the heart... the flesh; whilst something in the ether lies, netted deep within the mesh Hitched down in dour weather, pegged, a sun sets slowly in the west; to fields spanned forever, begged, pitched down, noted with the rest Remembered on the pages, marked, recorded in the words... infers; an opus for the ages, harked, on life's margins, ink fades, blurs as memories line sunsets, raw, silver cut back to the bone; in the marrow, sublet... stored, a chosen sun goes down alone with night-time constellations found, selected stars, so rarely seen; to the earth, our camps are bound ... spaced too far and wide between with midnight conversations longed, abandoned, buried in the past; Underneath a canvas strong, 'midst memories that burn and last |