midnight masquerade

Morning emerges

slowly unfolding, blue billowy sky

blistering later
a crashing darkness
night swallowing tears

spitting out stars, wooing a weary heart.

Brazen voices burst forth
encroaching upon a feeble mind

feel the slow minutes
count memories, tick-tock.

You are here, not there
feel the fabric, music playing

Burst open!! your timid voice
quieter than silence

sound able to emerge
once stuck in time
life expired
converged into the present.

You are welcome here, you hear,
grace abounds where love is found,
come revel in the fruit of dawn.

Poetry

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