Until the Morn

Evening. The sun sets, yellow. The moon rises, silver. And the feeling of turmoil seeps in.  As the darkness creeps in, And fills the void left behind.

Night. The silence grows, loudly. The music plays, softly. A gentle accompaniment to the lonely feeling. An auditory high to get past the ceiling, Of the lonely room within.

Sleep. The thoughts run, faster. The emptiness feels, fuller. A realization of the piece that’s missing, A few more minutes spent reminiscing, As the eyes close away

Dream. Your smile shines, brightly. Your laughter fills, completely. And from your lips dance words and wishes, And while I’d rather they be kisses, I too bid you goodnight.

Yours, Always,

Lawrence

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