Evermore

Rise too many a mourn
To traffic and construction noise
A bore, all imagine
Reality of today
As sleep shall cradle sting of life
In t-shirt cotton sheets
So shall death relieve all dreamers’ sleep?
As the limbs fuse and lock forever
And the body freezes over
Bringing forth it, dark of day
With eternal light of heaven
And all its mystery
Shall be resolved
Within an era’s time
She touches closed
All suffering eye
Delivering endless lullaby
And suffers peace
Evermore-

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