Voices Out of Time
Voices
Out of Time
A waking hour,
Too soon ‘til dawn.
A waking mind,
That’s droning on.
The minutes grind on slow,
And I can’t sleep ‘cuz I’m
Loudly serenaded
By voices out of time.
Voices out of time,
And I don’t know
If they fit the rhyme.
Have they left in tatters,
Momentary peace of mind.
Or do they speak truly,
These voices out of time.
Days I think I had,
Nights no longer clear.
Faces gone clouded,
Blurred by old tears.
Hopes faded by reality,
Life the uphill climb.
Why do I make enquiry
Of these voices out of time?
Voices out of time,
How can we know
If they fit the rhyme?
Or will they leave in tatters,
Temporary peace of mind
Or if they speak truly,
These voices out of time.
Cliff Lake 12/18/2024
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