The Stillness Of The House

 

The stillness of the house draws close
To call me on, call me on
To night's brief comfort, one small dose
Of oblivion, oblivion,
And though I rue to leave you now,
I must not stay, must not stay,
I'm off to find my dreams , but how
I'll await the day, await the day...

Rick Deering

 

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