Tonight There Are No Stars
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| Tonight there are no stars. The air seems Wild with hunger. All night it remains Evening. Desire seems almost like regret. Not even ecstasy will calm us. Let The singers fill the darkness. Our games Yield only hours. We wait. Time redeems. To dream's the calling of a youth, yet Who dares call together all those dreams, Or touch the ones selected for the flames? Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use. Audio and Video Music: Bittersweet. |
