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POETRY: insomnia #5 … The Time-Thief

revised a bit, so thought I’d re-share this poem today.

From Bluerock


 As darkness spills its muddy shroud
A time-thief comes with its head bowed
To hide in shadows until such hour
Where hands move minutes around the clock
Like lacing stars to connect the dots
And faceless forces within me glower

If when I drift my mind leaves soul
Longing to travel sleep’s open roads
To linger awhile outside of pain
Where dreams lend flight to each small thing
Like a faerie-being with weightless wings
And tossed to the wind falls awake again

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