When the morning passed the glances of tomorrow’s little dance
Off the dimly lit horizon
Of another day advanced
From the darkness came the light of yet another wasted chance
Yet another vast horizon
And another little dance
Twist the words and conjugations of another days repast
Fill the dreams of revolution
While a-laying on the grass
Watching clouds of day’s confusion in another valley lay
All the hope and travels varied
Dance across the verbal play
Come and greet me in the midnight when the clouds have all gone home
In the silent retribution
Words unspoken sing their song
The sentences of life that fill my brain from dusk till dawn
In the silent meadows echo
Come the words that feel so strong
Days of gone and days to go and days of yet to be
Fill this verse with words uncovered
In a field of yet to be…
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