the witching hour
warm winds whistle through Syrian thistles
the acres resonate the unrest
everything here's as it suggests
shadows fixed in the foreground
twilight shows us the path back home
you're beside me I'm never alone
safety - she’s moving clearly out of reach
I felt her hair brush past my cheek,
gone before I turned to speak
cuckoo spit clutches damp fennel
all that’s nocturnal still sleeps
left all alone - the willow still weeps
dearest friend come out and talk with me
this love we have the night can't devour
lets go get lost in the witching hour
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