It is in these hours,
In the darkness of this night.
I no longer have the power,
And you have won the fight.
In the stillness of this place,
You-winged thoughts, take flight.
In the silence of this space,
You orchestrate my night.
It is in this blindness,
You-my thoughts bring sight.
You carry with you kindness,
As you usher in the light.
Megan R. Harrell
10-06-09
12:33 a.m
1 comment:
Wow. I'm impressed. And was probably up too. Seriously, I need to know your secret to being up at night with your child when you just want to be in bed! How do you do it?
If I wrote a poem at 2:30am this morning when I was up, it wouldn't have sounded so nice...
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