Nocturna
Some nights I am a mother, frantic over my chicks
Some nights I am a dreamer, loose in the hey nonny road
All nights I must remember the wrecks I cannot fix
Some dreams I am my sister, whirling amidst the drums
Some dreams I am a hillside overdue to explode
All dreams I am the waiting pause before the morning comes
Some hours I am the seconds. The night crawls slow and deep.
Some hours I am the flowing gold they seek, the motherlode.
All hours I am the life that prays and howls till it can
sleep.
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