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One More Sunset

Another sunrise, another day
Another chance to stay and say,
One more noon passes by
One more sunset to catch her eye.
She sees the road, the narrow path beyond,
It is just the same as any other dawn.
She wakes from sleep, though no rest found.
Most nights are spent dreaming
Of fears, of paralyzing past.
Memories through the years abound,
But not so many she would like to last.
The sun has set after a day of reviewing these,
She wonders if tonight is the night that she will find peace.

Dreamer in a Dream

When the dreamer can only see what his dreams allow,
When the mortal can only be
What through their minds can plow,
The dreamer wakes to realize
That all his dreams may seem
Only what his conscious mind
Would safely want to see.
This illusion of a dream
And the night that takes us there,
The illusion of the daylight
And the waking time spent bare.
We are the makings of what dreams we see before fading into rust.
A dream within a dream? No matter. We’ll all soon turn to dust.

Who Reach into the Soul

   There are those who watch our souls from beyond the shadows and behind the vacancy of night, who, wishing to become one and unbeknownst to us, plot to enter and twist the silent minds laid before them, that lay unguarded, for their foolish owners dare not believe in the thieves that threaten at every turn.
   Where shadows speak the spirit longs to flee and I with them, for who knows the length of arm the ones who reach into the soul?

An Unknown Glow

He did not care to think beyond
The night times star and heralds song.
It called for him a dawn brighter.
Brighter, and more clearly so.
Lighter
He tread on through dusks of unknown glow.
With none but his own inhibitions,
He held himself back with these and his suspicions.
He and day. Between them a wall.
His crippling paranoia standing tall.
There pacing back and forth within the boundary of the shadows,
He cannot sacrifice the weight that keeps him in this land so fallow.

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To Those Who Wait

To those who wait,
And those held under:
An unfair debate,
Hopes torn asunder.
Wait, at the end, a light.
But first, a path through dark.
Though there may be countless nights,
From the path I won’t depart.
Once there, such wonderous beauty
Introduces me to fate.
Glad that this has reminded me;
Good things come to those to wait.

Children of the Pride

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In the silence we are one.
Let us go and have some fun.
In her sleeping, mother purring.
Our quiet keeps her from stirring.
In the shadows we are home,
A little place to call our own.
Mothers eyes are open watching,
To the hunt, us, she is calling.
She will show us many things,
Like what the silent night-time brings.
All of this and more we’ll learn:
Where to go straight and where to turn.
She tells us that when we’re older
We, not she, will be the shoulder
For the younger ones to borrow
Who will walk this earth tomorrow.

Each Day Ends

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As a silent stream
Passes nearby so serene,
One can’t help but see.

Nature all beauty,
Through the first fog of morning,
All around lies still.

In the morning sun,
Now a future day is won.
Nightfall before long.