night is a golden dream

Poems of Innocence
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living―cab

no. 2. night is a golden dream

night is a golden dream
     scarce bursting at the seam
          bound by insomnia
               and paranoia

     a pillow full of pain
          yielding no restful gain
               the weary soul would seek
                    or solace for the meek

          for in day's interim
               when full you waxed of whim
                    you loved yourself alone
                         now how prime time has flown!

               be kind to all you know
                   for selfless seeds you sow
                         will blossom on the vine
                              and make your rest sublime

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