This sluggish day plods on, far away from dawn.
Nighttime dreams are swept away
Replaced by burdens of the day.
This day rolls into night, the magic of twilight,
When all our secret hopes and plans
Seem so very close at hand.
So hold onto your dreams and your nightly schemes.
The sun will cloak herself once more
And carry you to the other shore.
With plans that sparkle into life underneath that starry sky.
Where we can run and skip and hum
And dream of that which is to come.
originally written on Saturday, August 20, 2011 at 2:47pm
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