Settling dusk and stirring dawn
Gives rise to the gradual fade
Of the settling wind passing through the night
Naming whispers I have repaid.
Lying down it murmurs dreams into an ear
That has caught too many tears and cries.
Drops fall from the sky and drown the sound,
Open ears deafened by these eyes.
Overflowing from inside out
Until no feeling is left to flow.
Obscuring the words in the wind
Unsure of what has been let go.
If a heavy heart grows cold and numb
And you're blind by both light and dark,
Hold a candle to a broken heart,
Let it burn just to catch a spark.
We the darkest sun and the brightest moon
In the dark night we'll still reflect,
While twilight hours paint our coloured lights
We still will burn brighter yet.
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