The Shifting Hours

The Night Sings Sweet to my Attent ear,
The Stars Hum Softly and I can Hear
The Love they Whisper, Though without Voices,
Compelling me to Consider my Choices.

Lost I was, upon the shifting hours,
Walking among the lurid Flowers
Of life, of liberty, of the pursuit of Dreams,
Never questioning what society deems.

Purposeless in a spiraling world, alone,
Wanting more than ever was shone,
Craving what my heart was yearning,
Though never listening and rarely learning,
Until Your Love Touched my hand,
Until Your Patience helped me Understand.

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~Morgan~

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