What is that time called Just before sleep fully takes over When the night-mind, in acid-etched clarity Lines up the day’s matters Forcing them to kneel in pain’s shadow? What is that time called That sounds its claxon for battle Swinging the Damoclesean sword Slashing away The nubile dreams of the innocent? The time just before being delivered To the mercy of that clamor Accompanying the onset of dreams That time when heart and brain come Together each with its own music; Sharps and flats dueling for supremacy Offering a clarion call sometimes So lovely as to be taken as anthem Shepherding the heart Through sunsets, Births, Deaths, Success, Failure; The basic drawing-and-quartering of life. What is that time called? Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: STAYING POSITIVE WHILE STARING AT THE BODY COUNTNext Next post: MUSIC: LISTENING TO THE OLDIES
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