I want to be there at the dying of the light
Dressed in black as daytime turns to night
The procession of steeds to carry me home
Along the streets and lanes I’ve always known
No weeping here cause tears are wasted words
Left unspoken.

2 thoughts on “Poem

  1. It is not about dying
    when comes the night
    cause we see it itself
    is dark but full of light.

    The sky is full of stars
    just look it up above
    Nights are dark, it’s true,
    but it is also true
    creation is full of love.

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