There Are Times

The whippoorwill's song is near,

It doesn't take much to bend my ear,

The night is home to thoughts which stray,

There are times when I do obsess,

More often now, I must confess,

giving them leave to have their way,

Familiar faces passing by

pressed up against a starry sky,

No tarnish comes with years of age,

Their voices mingling with the wind

bring a tear remembering when,

when they had graced my yesterdays,

Of one thing I'm sure as night brings day

your love within will never fade,

even after time has bid farewell,

Guide me safely with your touch of hand,

Fetching me gently home again 

in arms I've come to know so well.

 

Fargo X. Williams

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