Carry On Time
The meaning of the day stays tender,
a calling, a heartfelt song,
for those who regard time as a gift,
not something taking too long.
The silence of the night
lets dreams take flight,
it stays blind within its dark
the night lights up once in awhile,
with desire, a soul etched spark.
The coming of the morning
breaks early with no warning,
it sheds its loss through transparent tears,
the morning waits for the coming of the day,
then evaporates into years.
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