Nights in bleached cotton
ending much to soon
daylight long forgotten
living only with the moon
Beauty I've always seen
there for the taking
but a taker I've never been
just a dream before awaking
Gazing at other early birds
traveling in the dark
are they going homewards
or are they living in the park
Lust for life gets evaporated
each day a lonesome emptiness
mutual time cruelly prorated
never any daylight blitheness
Nights in ragged flannel
to short to get some rest
enjoyment on deferral
an aging heart in my chest
Beauty I've always known
shivering by the lac of light
still our light bulb love has grown
knowing the future is going to be a fight
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