Thursday, July 01, 2010

Nightly

Song by Edwin Concepcion

The epiphany came out late:
when the time goes to waste,
and life seems infinite.

Two names to mention
and just one language to speak,
when the sun goes to die
and the night silently weeps.

The last day is always the best,
and in time comes to be,
before I surrender the sun
and the night takes me to sleep.

Two names to mention
and just one language to speak,
when the life is just painful
and the wolf at the moon
candidly and gently weeps.

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