Saturday, July 8, 2023

One Song Before Sleep

tonight the light of embers falling 
over shoulders never ending 
memories and lines that i despise i write
alone long into the night 
like faded blooms that filled 
the rooms i filled with singing with my friends
but now the rooms are fading 
empty and the endings pile up 
like petals wilted brown and dry
and drifting to the pavement
in the puddles rippled raindrops
falling splashes echo out
and make the sound of shushing
voices like a lullaby i heard
and then i dreamed i was a bird

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