The Fall of the Night...original version

This was the original
..here's Goose the  wanderer..

Do you run out of poetry
when you run out of things to say
When you run out of thoughts
And don't even have the words
And all you can pray
for
is to live through the day?

I can still find myself singing
for an angel who's winging
Me accross the flood
I cannot see him
I do not know what he wants
...
Tears fog my eyes
And sweet music swells
My ears are surfeited
With a magic that wells
From deep inside
From the core of my being
Comfort forgotten
Pain
Thy diurnal ditty I sing....

I'm a nocturnal queen
I'm a singed sylvan being
The flame scorched my wings...
And falling asleep
I sing.....
Bidding adieu to falsehood
My fall and my follies...
I embrace
And sing.

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