by jexmas on April 23, 2015

Rich red rolling over an amethyst sky
From the yard, we can see the shining stars
Arcing, sparking, sparkling, crackling fires
Harbingers of the endlessness of time

The yard where life lives safely unassailed
The yard still beckons our belief in good
Playmates and soulmates, where keepsakes are nailed
Onto fences of palings, weathered and wood

Come to me, come to me, darkness of dread
Leave the luster, the shine, the presence of light
Envelop those icy cold fears, they are dead
Carry me, carry me, faithless night

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