Wednesday comes but once a week
amidst dusk autumns falling red and gold leaves
here I sit writing in states of feelings
waiting for the deliverance of mornings cry
The early sun
the birth of a new day
then I open my curtains to the glory
that's when the light comes streaming in
I mind not the wait
or the anticipation
for my word is my bond
to every nation
Little birds of the night sing to me
keep me and mine sober to daylight
watching like hawks
shadow peregrines of the night
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
Wednesday comes but once a week
amidst dusk autumns falling red and gold leaves
here I sit writing in states of feelings
waiting for the deliverance of mornings cry
The early sun
the birth of a new day
then I open my curtains to the glory
that's when the light comes streaming in
I mind not the wait
or the anticipation
for my word is my bond
to every nation
Little birds of the night sing to me
keep me and mine sober to daylight
watching like hawks
shadow peregrines of the night
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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