Day and Night

Once again it  is early morning,

the house quiet, and I sit

thinking of you.

How can this be,

this place in my soul,

tied to you through time, I think.

My heart rests in the briar patch by day,

and with the setting sun it wakes

surrounded by all the flowers

of the night.

Echoing the beat of your heart

I drift quietly to your side,

and only then does my soul

find peace.

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