Submit To Stormy Night
Strobes peek in through curtains drawn,
The pulsing lights of twelve past dawn,
Moon's gone fishing behind indigo cloud,
Dragging moaning fogs in August shroud,
Sobbing woes to concrete unforgiving,
Still providing for all that's living,
So is it sadness that here ends drought,
Or only kindness though given in doubt?
I am merely but one breath on evening rest,
At most a heartbeat chiming thunder abreast,
And only gazing in lights rendered skies,
From my grasp of insanity this night pries,
I'll give my life my love my sleep,
If only this recluse serene air to keep,
I'll let shuddered tears come wash away,
The woes and troubles of mid-summers day.
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