Evening calls again and men don't sleep,
Missing from on high their evening star!
May I be before you go,
and see what they will say of who you are.
Unfettered men,
They still are bound by what they think.
And women drempt a different dream,
Even when awake but what of dawn?
Is dusk twilight that dawn can bring to us
The news about today?
Yet there's sadness, yeah men have lost what grace
If grace they ever had!
For from thought,
By the thinking of such thoughts.
Men or women they are rare when true,
And by dreaming,
Dreams of midnights light it is then that we,
Can reach the other side.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017
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