Night Musings
Fannie Feazell
I dreamed of dark, intense despair
which walks through halls
of cool, clear light.
For what is worst will often wear
the mask of what is right.
And those who offer sweet respite
from that which walks the halls of night
themselves must suffer from the pain
of hope that cannot be regained.
And so I sleep,
and so I dream...
And things are not what they would seem.
You live your life from day to day
with love and laughter,
hope and light.
Remember those of us, I pray,
who live our lives
from night to night.
