My love song to the dark and dim night mood,
That time divides into the two rivers;
The food of the slipping reason prelude,
Expose of the dream that sleep delivers.
The dropp of an instant moment soon gone,
Flowing of episodes - the incidents now;
What takes away the hour present here on?
Transparent time shape of forgetting plough.
The yesterday that is no more to come,
Or be a sprout of tomorrow's new ways;
Pebble in the web of erstwhile fathom,
That night besides the fire - that not long stays.
Freed from loss are anamnesis that grow,
And give away sparkle future - with flow.
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