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Mother Night


Donald Mason

Heat lightning 
Too distant for thunder 
Slowly but surely brings 
The spell that I'm under 
Slowly creeps up like the leaves on the forest floor 

Pine branches 
Their gnarled fingers seek me 
But I'm hidden on the ground 
Where they'll never reach me 
Lying in wait like the leaves on the forest floor 

Milk raindrops 
Nurse me from the skies 
Mother wraps me in darkness 
With the stars in her eyes 
Parched brown like the leaves, I nurse on the forest floor 

Thunder cracks 
That dawn may never break 
The milk, too sweet, robs me 
Of the breath I'll never take 
My aching spirit leaves me lying on the forest floor

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