B. Bush
"The Night's End"
The clocktower clock turns
still there is no time.
No memory I find.
No tides to turn the moon away.
No lights to light the midnight sky.
No children going out to play.
Somehow I stop to reason why.
Somehow I stop and wonder why.
What lies beyond the rampant rage?
No beauty dances with no beast.
Nobody joining in the feast.
Yet still I watch the nothingness go by.
Bone-chilling winds blow through my skin.
I sense the urge to run and hide.
I can feel the reckoning begin.
I sense the reckoning about to begin.
Have you never wondered where the night ends?
Never wondered why the night ends.
Have you ever resisted the urge to say goodnight?
Goodnight.
Posted March 13, 1997
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