Jul 2022
12:36 am
Lord, this night does keep its quiet
not of our silver gyre does it tire
a thousand times I watch it rise
a thousand slips of its drips
up-down-up-down-up-down town
I watch its crowds black and brown
I watch the trees, the silver bees
Lord, this night is not night quite
Lord, this night does keep its quiet
not of our silver gyre does it tire
a thousand times I watch it rise
a thousand slips of its drips
up-down-up-down-up-down town
I watch its crowds black and brown
I watch the trees, the silver bees
Lord, this night is not night quite
I know that ‘quiet’ does not rhyme with ‘night’ but… bear with me here
or I'd name it 'Silver'
04/07/2022
or I'd name it 'Silver'
04/07/2022
