Wood floors
Hide under carpets
Sheets bunch
Tossing and Turn
Sleep comes
Like a reflection
Of lost love
In metered time
A song cannot contain
My regret or my disdain
You arrive and You proclaim
That Love will rise again
Cold air
Creeps up from floorboards
Scales fall
Off from my eyes
In dark times
I may forget you
But I know this
You are Alive
The stone is rolled away
And night will turn to day
And here's my heart to say
That Hope will rise yet today
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