The Night Was Calling (poem)
The night was calling silently he slept
With dreams and themes and Joys of yet to come
Believing that tomorrows were well kept
To scents of life’s misfortune he was numb
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The night was falling further on he went
To places traces splendors with his wife
For them it seems that fantasies were meant
As hand in hand they sampled thrills of life
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The night was sprawling stillness took him on
No gloom no doom could wrench him from this sleep
His needs beyond his memories are gone
The days and years and morning tears now reap
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The night was calling things are swept aside
Was on a night like this his love had died