languid sound of morbid night

light my mood before sleep tonight

with memories of days now mist

vividly shining in my midst

as light fails the day and follows it’s path

the phoenix stays it’s wings on breath of night

the path now strapped to broken feet

lies straight ahead and my shadow follows

the path less traveled still shrouds it’s pace

like mother moon with a muslim face

like wet sand under a thousand feet

still no respite for my thirst to find

when the horn blasted proudly

and i listened to the call

when i took the leap soundly

on the broken bough

a hand was on the tiller

and it rests there still

when the dessert wind embraced me

and i did not shy away

a new song was written

and it’s being sung still

of how a life can dance on

without the music of our needs

to make the sails sing shrill

with your unworthy deeds

the need is strong within me to wake up to the sound

of all those friends and lovers gathering around

to listen to my story with no ridicule or spite

as my words trail of in rhythm to a warm dessert night

 now listen to me closely as i spin this web tonight

there’s no respite in running towards a cowards light

as dawn lies softly waiting to pounce upon your sight

to wake you from illusion and save you from your plight

into foreign lands we’ve traveled

into foreign minds we’ve sung

into familiar arms i’ve cowered

into deliverance i’m flung

so with longing in my pocket

and confession on my tongue

i once again take refuge that before too long

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