The starry night fades into darkness

The owls sing and the birds leave

Such emptiness takes over

And then I realize my mind is

But a tool and I can create a new Dream

One without mosquitoes and bees

One that presents itself at it’s seams

As wonderous

And fulfilling and creates a quilt

And oppresses my weaknesses

The light that creates magic

Is also what entices my heart

And cannot call me lonely and in the dark,

I am but a resemblance of a care

One that exists to talent the day

And proves me to be happy

Whether at night or day or alone or not

This is my freedom

I exist in the root of passion

And inspiration

So that the sun always shines

And my nights are always full of stars


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