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"nightowls" poems
Lunar eclipse The blood moon nearing totality Allowing stars to shine Midnight Statues without  time The sweet taste of wine I'm here. Am I ? I don't see the walls  or the doors I see you, My two nightowls Walking  through  the night Talking, laughing Standing quiet A fire in your eyes watching the city lights. Midnight And the time stands still The bridge to the end to which I'm near You both just starting So young and full of life Give me your hands ! Let us fly Above the city lights Over the river and glassy spires The rhythm of your hearts Resonates Happy and sad They complement. Midnight And the time is still My old soul remembering  my youth Happy and sad Rejecting the truth Living now Young again You have so much to give Open your wings in a full flight For mine are now clipped. And yes, I'm here Forever remembering the city spires The music The laughter  and fire in your eyes The bridge to the end Happy and sad my soul Without fear.
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
suevioletta
Living.
Lunar eclipse The blood moon nearing totality Allowing stars to shine Midnight Statues without  time The sweet taste of wine I'm here. Am I ? I don't see the walls  or the doors I see you, My two nightowls Walking  through  the night Talking, laughing Standing quiet A fire in your eyes watching the city lights. Midnight And the time stands still The bridge to the end to which I'm near You both just starting So young and full of life Give me your hands ! Let us fly Above the city lights Over the river and glassy spires The rhythm of your hearts Resonates Happy and sad They complement. Midnight And the time is still My old soul remembering  my youth Happy and sad Rejecting the truth Living now Young again You have so much to give Open your wings in a full flight For mine are now clipped. And yes, I'm here Forever remembering the city spires The music The laughter  and fire in your eyes The bridge to the end Happy and sad my soul Without fear.
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Lay down, close your eyes, dont make a peep, count sheep until you fall asleep. But what if you don't? You toss and turn left and right and get up with the same thoughts you lay with. Wondering why do I think of the most random things, the most frightening things when all day they don't cross paths? Could all the souls of the sleepless feel the burdens of one another? Could the stirs we have in our beds be the thoughts of one who thinks as me? Thoughts that go in flight into the night and descend into the mind of one who can relate the most? And when the lids get heavy and the tossing and turning ceases, could these nightowl's company be what makes us peaceful?
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
madzombie
The Nightowls
Lay down, close your eyes, dont make a peep, count sheep until you fall asleep. But what if you don't? You toss and turn left and right and get up with the same thoughts you lay with. Wondering why do I think of the most random things, the most frightening things when all day they don't cross paths? Could all the souls of the sleepless feel the burdens of one another? Could the stirs we have in our beds be the thoughts of one who thinks as me? Thoughts that go in flight into the night and descend into the mind of one who can relate the most? And when the lids get heavy and the tossing and turning ceases, could these nightowl's company be what makes us peaceful?
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