Mar 2013
Night
How easily the mind will run
For new day has yet to come
To see unto minds freedom-ness
Into unconsciousness you've won.
The unforgiving silence,
An ever provoking wind,
Pulls you to remembering
Any – every – sort of time.
Maybe some of dreams
Maybe some of mares
Shone only onto midnight,
It is soon that you’ll be there.
The warmth of our mind on airs
Can bring lovers heart and heart
Can heed its constant rhythm
And let leave just like the lark -
Fly away- as night does
With dreaming time elapsed
Tis now soon, at the sun rise
Thoughtful passions, dreams unmatched
Soon be seen the break of light
Evil day - the thief it is
Will steal away its beauty
Night* – it’s you that we will miss.
How easily the mind will run
For new day has yet to come
To see unto minds freedom-ness
Into unconsciousness you've won.
The unforgiving silence,
An ever provoking wind,
Pulls you to remembering
Any – every – sort of time.
Maybe some of dreams
Maybe some of mares
Shone only onto midnight,
It is soon that you’ll be there.
The warmth of our mind on airs
Can bring lovers heart and heart
Can heed its constant rhythm
And let leave just like the lark -
Fly away- as night does
With dreaming time elapsed
Tis now soon, at the sun rise
Thoughtful passions, dreams unmatched
Soon be seen the break of light
Evil day - the thief it is
Will steal away its beauty
Night* – it’s you that we will miss.
Written by
LindsayPaige Gluth
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