How long it takes the dusk to dawn.
A ticking clock signals in years.
The years go by with blinking eyes.
An honest witness is named a mirror.
But there’s another way that’s just as real.
A sorrowed heart the clock tick steals.
Two teary eyes are blind to years.
It’s a mirage! that lying mirror.
The dusk to dawn,
how long it feels!
Yet;I know now,
an easy night,
a healed soul
yields.