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Calling Down The Night
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Volume 3 You and I could dream
when we never feared the night
when neither words nor chains were binding
and the stars fell like rain to earth
but as we walked our dreams fell too,
from our pockets, like the stars
so as we gathered stars, at equal rates
we lost our dreams
Now both the dreaming and the sky
are starless, void, and night
No moon now, no stars,
our empty pockets light
just the rattling, cold,
of the stars’ dry bones
hung around our necks
like chains
and calling down
the night
calling down \ the night
This kind of poem has always been almost... haunting for me. Lovely phrases, wording that just makes you want to think about all the possible meanings it could have. Very very nice writing.