good night to All
sun trickles away
as Moon melts and drips from the sky.
eternal soldiers of Light stand guard on
a Dark canvas, speckled white.
Beauties and horrors those ancient beings have seen.
Nightfall brings about Mystery; endless possibilities
and Limitless sight, compared to ours.
time we Rest is the time they Rise.
Carried on an ancient wave
into a universe of inky black unconscious
fragments of Memory flicker
Spinning around and around.
Orbiting your open mind and
Your inward looking eyes.
Cursed to piece together memories
To relive them once again.
Fuzzy, yet seemingly Clear
But in the end, Forgotten.
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