The restless whisperer sleeps
Dreaming dreams of dreams of dreams,
The call, a call, my friends, dear words,
Has come at last it seems!
And in the darkest dark it creeps,
Haunting silence screams,
And on the wind the wings of birds,
The call in dark it teems.
They bring me home my silent friend,
The resting place, my mind,
Where the dark it comes, it calls, it breathes,
With nothing else to find!
And in my mind my life to spend,
Thoughts are most unkind,
They twist, they turn, they burn, they seethe,
In dark my thoughts enshrined.
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