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Must I awake, in dead of night,
from deepest sleep, into the light,
as my loved one, says she's cold
and is looking for some clothes.
It's 5 AM as I say to her
"what are you doing"?
She says, back to me,
"I'm cold". I look and she has
an undershirt on top of her
sleeping gown.
An early morning excursion
that she won't recall the
next morning.
Evenings and early mornings
seem to be the time that
strange behavior occurs.
A common trait is what
I've been told.

I must admit
that what I say
is such a sham.
I would say to you,
if I were still
an honest man.
I'm not you see,
for if you look,
you will come upon,
the long lost soul
of an unrepentant Son.
The loss of love
in this strange life
is what I see ahead,
for then and only then,
in this white haired head,
are the secrets that
I thought were known,
by every living man,
for instead of being
anchored to the Earth,
our feet are in shifting sand.

A sunny day; it is not warm,
Perhaps it's the lull before the storm.
The Sun now hides, behind the cloud
And covers the daylight with a shroud.
Darkness creeps in, not soft but hard,
Covering plants and flowers in the yard.
There is no Moon, nor flickering Star,
For blackness now covers who you are.

As the Moon races in the sky,
I will ask of God and try
To understand the place we're in,
Unencumbered by lies and shame.
I don't know about where thought began,
But do know that this public display,
Must, I stress, must go away.
One can rant, rave and shout,
Sleeping with the Devil, is no doubt.
Something that bothers me most,
Is the evil I see with this host,
Of damaging our nations pride
And why this embarrassment, must hide.
This person, we have is so untrue.
That's how I feel. How about you?

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