The sweet soft voice,
The ever changing nigh,
The beautiful sun glowing,
Blistering away up in the sky.
The whisper being carried away,
My ears begging on what to say,
My thoughts belonging to the day,
And awaiting your loving way.
As the night briskly came by,
Telling me it’s lone lasting story,
I held it’s hand with compassion,
And it left the rest up to me.
As I fought off the night,
And held up it’s flickering light,
I stayed by while polite,
And told it to bring me sight,
Longing with delight,
It brought me it without a fight,
While restraining with all it’s might,
Telling it’s fateful story right,
I finally knew everything was alright.
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