Sepia nights

I HAVE JUST BEEN IN SUCH A QUIET PLACE IN MY LIFE AND I SOMETIMES CONFUSE THIS PLACE WITH ISOLATION. SEAN “WORDSMITH” I HAVE COINED HIM DESCRIBES THIS PLACE SO BEAUTIFULLY.

Made it home before just an hour ago,
I left my keys behind, but hey that’s okay,
So I’m sitting in the dark here on the steps,
Peering through the sepia sky of my mind,

For the stars, The Way out here is bright,
Thinking I might just dream a story or two,
As the roof above it creaks to the growing cold,
A story begins to write, here paper pen the dark,

Music is all around, listen to the night of song,
No need to whisper, for now I’m on my own,
Tell me something night sky, how do you find the dark,
Between Earth and Cosmos, please just shout it out,

Soon here comes now, it’s some foreign lights,
Moving fast up the dark old winding autumn road,
Then it veers off, taking on some vanishing path,
So I’ll just wait here some more, in my sepia dark,

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