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Samuel Canerday Aug 2018
The window sill creaks
I pretend not to notice its cries
While I work at my desk in the night
For the morning comes,
In my own bleak mind
Too quickly for comfort.
There is much more to be,
Things caught in the dark
We have but yet to see
And I’ll sit here til the break,
Dawn’s early luminescent rays;
Let them change me now
Give me what I seek
Samuel Canerday Aug 2018
And when I dream, I see our lives entwined
Forever tied with bonds unknown to time
Let our love grow and flourish
Like a bird spreads its wings
Or a tree becomes a forest
While our breath draws us to sing

— The End —