I sat down someday to seek in writing
and nothing came to fruition,
perhaps my cloudy slumbering day
had become my new profession.
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Quietly I scanned the outlook
hoping what to see,
and all my eyes came back to me
twilight’s endless sea.
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Was here I thought to understand
my sight was on its wane,
and all the flashing brilliant things
had lost all glamour and fame.
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Rest me down I lay to sleep
for the morrow is on the rise,
there I might see the glimmer
of an unsung glorious prize.
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