So quiet – so still - why does the night last just so long?
Why from deep within it does always come our best verse, our greatest song?
Because all others have melded minds and bodies, they are dull and asleep,
While our minds rich harvest we sift thru and reap.
Sadly dawn will soon awaken them and their condescending critique,
They'll spend their days fearfully pointing at those who choose to be unique.
Like vampires run amok they haunt us thru our days,
Only night will free us from their no nothing, all knowing gaze.
As their minds dull into darkness, ours burst forth with multi colored lights,
Alone again with their unexpressed thoughts and emotions – THE MUSICAN PLAYS, THE POET WRITES.
4-3-90 5:10 AM
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-16 18:58:24
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