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Thoughts like pebbles cast
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book 13 late in the night
when I am so tired
thoughts of my bed
and me trying to sleep
saying a mantra
trying to empty my mind
trying to hold at bay
thoughts calling to me
my windows closed
cannot withhold
the thoughts that clatter against
like pebbles cast
out in the dark
beneath bright stars
pale light of moon
casting silvery light
I feel a longing
of something unknown
of a deep hunger
that I cannot feed
if I should slip
back into my clothes
go out into the night
and into the cold
bright stars twinkle
bright blues and reds
cold wind does whisper
through blowing leaves
dark empty road
arrowing into the night
perhaps going to somewhere
that I need to find
cold breeze does whisper
through my graying curls
cold chills that tremble
shaking my soul
whispering voices
carried upon the wind
rushing about me
with words I can’t hear
oh that I might
the curtains draw
closeout the thoughts
that call unto me
slip into my bed
and darkness find
closeout the thoughts
that call unto me
