I'm weary of the nighttime chords and melodies
only the yearning rain makes the peace of memories sleep
here in this dramatic setting of love and pain
and so I fell and flew in harmony with the clouds around me
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'as the morning skipped over the years' this poem reaches in to all the promises I have come to regret. so much time in the blinking of an eye. graceful and heart rending. a favourite x