SOON TO WAKE

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soon to wake, the night time is far gone and over
breeze blowing with luck like a four leaved clover
as birds greet the moment whistling symphonies
pecking on tiny ants restructuring their colonies

unpleasant and worthwhile folks in the same light
exhausted with gloomy ties, sun reveals all plight
visage views of flaming fire creeping upon earth
uplifting the fragrances of eternity in every breath

once a gentle race, the darkness of the night returns
and now the only light we have to see, are lanterns
as lovers walk through the streets, in dreamy glare
giving up bodies to the world, embracing every fear

weary not, of the nocturnal gaze eventide is beautiful
with moonlight travelling upon lakes, clear and full
diminished lustre enveloping my contemplative eye
as the silence of far fields takes me flying away high

reducing wild thoughts worries and desires intraday
the day separates the night and night separate the day
the colors look bland like the forever-more open sea
at the equinox of light and darkness we stand in fantasy.

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