THE NIGHT BIRD

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

 

Life is a seething turbulence of
emotions
of fleeting feelings and impressions
as brief as a light, spring breeze.
Everything is singular
and part of the whole.
Everyone
is naked and alone.
My eyes burn
when I look into the sun.
The night
belongs to those who dream.
The days
are like a thundering stampede.
Time
is a thief and a killer.
But each day’s cycle
of sun and moon
and all things
are the mystery….

 

Answer me
with the song of the night bird…

 

 

 

THB3

 

 

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