Unseen runs my stream
flowing in depths of
silence deep
hidden far down or
buried in heaps
‘neath layers and layers
of sleep
a
lonely walk down vacant streets
while the world abounds
with abundance of lights and sounds
twin light and dark together surrounds
blurred my vision, faltering feet
unknown the goal to which I creep
steady and slow, blundering along
on my lips smiles and songs
sweet and sour the tongs
that hold and mar
wade on, wade on, wade alone
no time for grief, no time to mourn
somewhere, somewhere there is a morn
a sunrise resplendent with stars.
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