The blues of darkness

There’s a hush across this night

this room is spent and stark

my thoughts are steep at best

with hints of meadow lark,

a woodsy moment of rarity

landscaping the eyes of mind

a foggy institution

far from the any kind,

my steps are forward thinking

hovering over distant sands

warming up the darkened skies

to whatever creative demands,

and sit I here to think the sighs

over moths flickering to light

waters running through many feet

as the hush fills in the night.

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