Bright Confusion


The night comes, and it brings 

A music with it – ’tis the sweet

Sighing of the wind – the hush

Of the falling of the rain 

The wild passion of the 

Lightning in the sky 

A mingled feeling with my own 

The moon – the lovely rose colored moon 

She waltzes with the stars

The whole night though

Moonbeams and stardust fall

Down as a spell upon my soul

Out of the night that covers me

The mystery of sorrow, the melancholy it causes

Forevermore – how, wasted by this woe

What shall I do with all

My days and hours – so quick

Bright thing come to confusion

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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