THINK IT THROUGH
...when you write something in the middle of the night or when the coffee kicks in, or when the mind is so knackered it is navigating its own flight path, the fingers suddenly, unwittingly, write this :
Hurry Dawn’s light
And come whisper at my window
So I can forget the
Noises of the night.
...I don't have a clue where it came from -- but I know what it means. Like that cloud that suddenly blossoms on the horizon even though the sky is blue and has been cloudless all day. It floats out there like a stranger, untethered, unhooked.
Kind of wacky I know -- but maybe this connects with you??
Be great to know if it does. Add your thoughts below -- !!!!
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