Night is calling to me
Whispers blow in the wind
Weak and weary is my body
Yet the sound is relentless, piercing
It pursues the innermost thoughts
And pervades my inner sanctum
What words are these?
A message knifes through the fog
Like a surgical strike
Pinpoint to the nth degree
Quiet the dark may be
But the mind is set ablaze
Unclear am I to its meaning
Fearful of where it might lead
The unknown strikes a dissonance
Tangled and tossed in darkness
Confused at the unease
Unprepared for the Revelation
My physicality wants it to turn off
The mind can't help but listen
And the soul is its catalyst
Forces beyond my comprehension
Controlling the mode of thought
Persuading me closer to the call
Just when I finally thought
I got the harmony synthesized
The melody skips a disdainful beat
Dark night switches the tune
The sun shutters the shadows
And I am awake to a different rhythm.
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