A dark nights travel

August 13, 2017

When Isaiah lights the fire
We can gather round
Telling stories, drinking
Pretending to be profound.
The Truth slips by
In the grey of night
Often incomplete
Compared with daylight
But the stories are fine
When darkness settles in
Often of journeys
All riddled in sin
Home and away
Seem oh so near
The dark and the vastness
No longer bring fear
So dear Isaiah
Please do light the cord
For if we don’t start chatting
We’ll all die in this fjord

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