Dark Night by Caroline Tiss -
The night, how she wakes me from my slumber
With that gleam in her eye like midnight skies,
She dares me,
Tests me,
To look into the black,
To look into the darkness with no turning back,
Uncertain, ever changing
Silent but in motion
She bleeds from her devotion to love without condition,
To hold truth in her precision,
To live without the blemish of a lie
To live and never die,
To the detriment of her eyes
Watching the people stumble over their own feet
With the foolish fear of trying,
Lying dormant instead of living
Oh, how it burns her
Oh, how it hurts her to see the people shy away from looking at their reflection
Raw and in constant motion
Primal chaos at its core,
Celestial matter in our hearts
And who are we to call ourselves a liar, for always wanting more?
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