March 22, 2026

 

and nightime comes

as nightime must,

at the close of every day.

 

with sleepy dreams,

and hot water bottles,

melting frustration away.

 

and we recall 

as our minds unravel,

our lost loved ones, for whom we pray.

 

in these troubled times

with no future clear,

we long for the month of May.

 

when lighter nights appear,

and the sun breaks through,

dispersing clouds of grey.

 

and daytime comes,

as daytime must,

at the start of every day.

 

 

 

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