When night falls and hushed whispers sleep,
Twilight hides beyond the horizon's claim.
Quickened dreams pry into the heart's domain,
A choreography of conflict and pain.
When tears fall and faint voices weep,
Dawn brushes the brow of silent pain.
Memories of a mother's comforting refrain
Bring awareness of cheeks now tear stained.
8 September 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
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