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Soft, now, Constance
That I may answer you.
Waiting and wading
The malaise balm’s quite dry
While I’m singing a lullaby
And waiting yet

Light is vouchsafed,
Taken in with nocturne’s gratitude;
Considered as often as Land.
Both are yours
Are you?

I am twilight-eyed,
Still until across a shadow falls.
While waiting for a call
I won’t regret.

  Close up your lacy, wasted sorrows;
  Living in your yesterday  
  while searching for tomorrow.
  Waiting for a morrow that never comes back.

The moments are so few
Wasted in hindsight
The mayonnaise jar’s gone dry
As the neighbour’s hope to pry
Inside your head.

I am twilight-eyed,
Still until across the shadows fall,
And making a silent call
I won’t forget.

  Don’t trust your lacy, wasted sorrow,
  While living in your yesterday
  And searching for tomorrow
  Hoping for tomorrows that never come back
  Again.
My advice to myself...if I was only smart enough to listen.
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thetwilight's avatar
This is wonderful. This makes me jealous