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The Night Is Lonely
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The Rushing Stream of Desires
Brown eyes.
Waterfalls.
Drips and
drops of H2O.
Sad life.
Rainclouds.
My oh my, the night is lonely.
My oh my, the night is sad.
Raindrops glistening
in the glow of the moon.
One man, walking,
working out his contradictions.
Lone man.
Brown eyes seeing into
his own reality.
My oh my, the night is lonely.
My oh my, the night is sad.
Sleeping,
he walks in night dreams.
Creating images of himself
to present
to the world.
Distance.
Endless wandering.
What circles lie ahead
for him to draw?
He walks in silence.
Remembering
the sunshine
that once
filled his day.
Brown eyes intently thinking,
directing the energy
he wants to have.
My oh my the night is lonely.
My oh my, the night is sad.
Nice flow
Nice flow
Vive le Quebec libre!
The Night is Lonely
I'm sure the dawn is about to break, and the sun will shine again.
A little sad, but a well written poem.