Another Night

And so another night
A beginning towards the end;
At 2 AM the dawn comes early,
It always has.

Waiting and imagining,
The new beginning gives birth to hope.
Intelectual concentrations upon happenings,
That never are...
The night is occupied with ghosts.

Within the ending
There is always mist;
Fire alive with colors
Mockingly dead.

Somewhere past sleep
Are the dreams we can't remember
With truth
Lying within the shadows
We search to know.

And so another night
Rolls quietly
Towards the misconceptions,
That will scare away the goblins,
And begin the errie dawn.

by Sandra Osborne

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