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At evening’s first whisper, shadows feed,

 To claim what the light cannot find.

They join form to invite the dusk,

Then with ravenous fury consume the night,

Allowing only moon and stars to intrude.

And into this peace, I am born once more,

To wander the heavens, searching,

For the truth inside my dream.

Finding reason for the rhyme of my breath,

In harmony, with the passing of time.

 Here I am safe from the storm.

Until mornings first whisper,

 When darkness shatters in the sunrise.

Reclaiming dreamers and lost souls.

Life, calling me out for another bout,

And I swing wildly, with aching body,

Refusing to surrender.

To lose is inevitable,

But still,

I battle for evening’s first whisper,

To again find peace for my soul.