Bedtime Story

The smoke is sweet
the dark is strong
time to sing
a lonely song
a simple verse of solitude
when heart is weak
and night grows long

The candle burns
the flame does dance
catches my eye
become entranced
lose myself to a memory
of what was before
I took this chance.

And still the sand
falls so slow
one lonely grain
for every blow
each memory of better times
erases much
the need I know.

So very well
the warning song
when smoke is sweet
the night is long
when solitude is not your friend
you convince yourself
you were wrong.


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