November taken <br /> time taken <br />History in the end <br /> was it's own unmaking <br /> <br /> 'us...them' <br /> <br />We were, after all, only <br /> very ordinary men <br /> <br />'What we would do? ' <br /> <br /> night likens unto a blanket <br /> we can pull over our lives <br /> and hide safe and warm <br /> <br /> and in the blackness <br /> catch we the waves <br /> of the reflecting pool <br /> that roll and undulate <br /> into an eternal flame <br /> that dances in the shadows <br /> of our eye's memories <br /> forgotten untill the chords struck<br /><br />Midnights Voice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-unrequited/
