Come Night

Some days plod forever
Some trip lightly by
Fast or slow I never
Could understand why
Yet each day wends its way
At just its own pace
Until another day
Arrives in its place

I choose the nights between
Them in any case
The lights by which I see
You know what I mean
You and night and I know
Night is and will always be
A flow not fast nor slow
The best time of day to me

Come night until another day
Arrives next morning: come and play

+Steven Curtis Lance



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I do, I do.

Neither forTHE past nor for the future
NIGHT DO work in columns so bright

But Alas! Night is always SITS so tight
in the present day's lone sight

good idea STEVEN CONGRATS
SUPANI

to rest in the peace of cloud.... the infinite wisdom of a stone
indeed come night, come night

Thank you, my dear ones, thank you all.

Love,

+Stevie