Of Songs and Nightly Longings

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What home can one's voice be to another,

That there we take at paradise with ease

As songs when sang keep warm and keep cover

The souls whom with our own, we seek to please

Thus, I have but a song with a rythm

Measured by the distance its sound reaches,

Much like a light that goes through a prism,

Broken into colors, and it teaches:

That love is light - that goes without question

And darkness is beaten where there is light

But darkness is vengeful without reason,

That it makes the heart sing, more so, at night;

So do not fault the light when the heart sings

As the night strums sweetly, the heart strings

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Very thoughtful and beautiful done. Enjoyed it a lot. Thanks for sharing.