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Maya Hanson (mye3)


Sleepless Night


And none of us
could sleep that night
We tossed and turned
awake, and
We thought about
how life could be
a piercing pain, a knife

In this sleepless night
I’ll be your light
please come home
In the endless sky,
how high you fly
please come home

In a word without
sound, so quiet
In a dream,
I sleep
In a house,
I lie awake
This sleepless night

In this sleepless night
I’ll be your light
please come home
In the endless sky,
how high you fly
please come home

When the sun disappeared
it burned out of the sky
When the moon appeared
it rose before my eyes
When the snow disappeared
it melted from the ground…
Oh, what a beautiful night

When the sun disappeared
I looked for another light
When the moon rose at twilight
I was peaceful again
When the snow disappeared
I looked for another snowflake
When the tiny piece of heaven
landed softly on my hair
My efforts so swiftly rewarded
My search so quickly ended

But when you disappeared
I stopped looking…
Oh, what a sleepless night

In this sleepless night
I’ll be your light
please come home
In the endless sky,
how high you fly
please come home

Submitted: Sunday, February 02, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 03, 2014

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