Tarnished Nights

Though you’re laughing and dancing,
in front of the looking glass,
deaf ears can’t hear your whispering,
I’m emanating your sadness.

Lure them with my elder names
while you’re seeking the cradle.
Spin, spin around, live the dreams,
be drunk, till your feet tremble.

But when the time is coming,
lift the veil from your eyes
and see our threads stretching
how close we were in disguise.

Step into the mirror, leave them behind.
Come home! I’ve waited,
thousands of tarnished nights.

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Legendary Gmann
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Great work Adam. For me, your art is mind poetry–bouncing ideas and thoughts around inside my head. You stir the living.
Love it!
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