I recently had a conversation with an old friend who had just bought a copy of the novel I published over 20 years ago. I hadn’t looked at that book in a very long time, so I picked it up to see what my friend would be wading through. Mid-way through I found this poem. I had totally forgotten about it. If this poem intrigues you, please take a look at my book. You can read about it and read a sample and buy it right here: https://www.amazon.com/Forest-Night-Larry-Ellis-ebook/dp/B00KHAXIJS/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1643855589&sr=8-1
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Something wakes me without sounding
Nothing stirs, I hear my breath
I look out my bedroom window
Into darkness, into death
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Yet I move the blanket over
Shiver with the morning cold
I look out my tiny window
Still the darkness, all is old
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Yet I heed the voice that calls me
Down the stairs and there I see
My father’s full and tended table
And there a plate and cup for me
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Fed and clothed I start my journey
With a strength that conquers night
I walk out an open doorway
Into morning, into light.
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Copyright 2001
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