The Night Watchman stands alone,
No composure full left of you to fill.
No melody to return to.
No harmony to explore.
The discovery of simply moving,
Foreigned frozen to a bore.
Lost the pages that end with light slivering like icicles melting on the floor.
Daniel May
But doesn't shiver from the cold.
This zero below has become a friend.
Brothers bonded by bitterness,
Veterans exhausted of the battle between belief & sin.
The Night Watchman listens intently to the cry,
Of that tune only silence and boredemn can contrive.
It sings of aimless wonder and cartoon mountains unclimbed.
Driven by as much rhythmn as found in a single sighhh.
Is that why, Night Watchman,
you stand- still?
No beating drum to tame you,
No melody to return to.
No harmony to explore.
The discovery of simply moving,
Foreigned frozen to a bore.
Lost the pages that end with light slivering like icicles melting on the floor.
Daniel May
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