Dreams Will Grow From Turning Time
As night arrives to take your hands and go
To places dreams will grow from turning time
Around and twisting memory and hope
Across the pillow held beneath your head
By tightly gripping hands that fight the night
And all the fears it brings, until the day
Will come and fade your dreams to light and air.
You wait and wait under the darkest hours
And blankets of the night until the day
Can come to rescue you. It takes the night
And shines a light across the shadowed dark
Revealing morning over you, around
And within you. The seasons come and pass
All changing dawn and time around across
The face of morning, taking every day
And making each of them a turning thing
Revolving time and space around themselves,
Until tomorrow comes and takes the hand
Of time to lead it out towards the day,
Beginning once again to turn to night.
How days begin while night still rules the skies
Is not so easy to ignore at times.
Forgetting makes the time go slowly still
As day escapes from night and dark again
To turn the world towards the light as time
Is creeping night across the planet’s face
To touch the edge of day once more and turn
The slower ending of the day to dusk
And stillness. Holding quiet in your closed hands
You turn away from darkness into light
And drawing curtains over night and dark
You turn away inside and stay in there.
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