On the line between the quiet of Night
and the bustle of the morning;
hear the rustle of the leaves ,
as unseen creatures walk the Darkness
with eyes grown accustomed to the blackness
Why is it Man has not adapted?
Surely, Charles we have not reach our peak
In the silence i find solace,
Mankind sleeps as spirits watch us
and toss visions into our dreams
that in the morning we don't believe
Perhaps that is why Sleep rarely finds me,
waiting for signs to remind me
and they come, sleeping or no
while sometimes in dreams confusion grows
for sometimes one discovers the Truth
by realizing the lie...
(11-12-10)
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