The night provides catharsis,
To those who do not listen.
Daylight shows the truth -
That I never want to see.
You are my antithesis ,
Like a carpet of falling leaves.
You hide from me your secrets,
That would break me, had I known,
Yet the owls cry the night for me,
For secrets I do not own.
My dear protector,
- my confident,
- my bearer of wind
Do not banish me forever,
Across the river Styx, please,
Instead, lay down with me in silence,
On our carpet of fallen leaves.
Jun 2, 2022
Jun 2, 2022 at 3:44 PM UTC
The night provides catharsis,
To those who do not listen.
Daylight shows the truth -
That I never want to see.
You are my antithesis ,
Like a carpet of falling leaves.
You hide from me your secrets,
That would break me, had I known,
Yet the owls cry the night for me,
For secrets I do not own.
My dear protector,
- my confident,
- my bearer of wind
Do not banish me forever,
Across the river Styx, please,
Instead, lay down with me in silence,
On our carpet of fallen leaves.
Dedicated to someone special.
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