It is the night that brings it on

late, perhaps late, after one
one reason, acceptance
the end of the day
nothing more can be done

Daylight is wavering
I won’t accept a current state
nothing is set in concrete
love is
none too late

No reason or ration,
I have a soul that flies
hurry hurry
catch him before he lies
catch him before we both die

the night brings hope, calmness
while the world sleeps
stragglers will catch up in the early hours
but none will get ahead
my mind can rest
yes,

it is the night that brings it on

©JulieProudfoot

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