John Hayes

Pierced patterns of glittering light
Relentless sentinels of the night
Advent of the end to come
Darkness beckons
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Darkness on the stairway glancing
Always see the figures dancing
Moonlight seems to make them chatter
Up and down they seem to shatter
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Through swathes of light
We are bound
Transfixed moths
Of the night
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Wilderness strikes the heart,
Passion plays from the start,
Between the rivers of the mind
Fortune steps towards unkind
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Structure the sentence
With subject and predicate
Making mere nonsense
Out of quaint etiquette
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A butterfly
Flutters by
Reminds me
Suddenly
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Are you in a dream
When I speak to you
I get the same old answers
When I try to get through
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Oh yes I remember the time
When all was well with me
I would hear the clock chime
After I had had my tea
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I am drawing pictures in my mind
Painted images of thoughts unkind
I hear the voices of instruction
Steering me towards destruction
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I find that I am always wanting
To express myself in endless taunting
Banter, badgering baited breath
Please oh please don’t mention death
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Click, click, click, click, click
That’s what I hear, so, stick
Or should I make a move now; quick
Before the others could make me sick
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Take me oh take me my love
To the end of days
To heaven above
Where bright lights forever glisten
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Lift me up from my dreams
Reality has yet to burst out
Life is not what it seems
Inside my mind no doubt
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From whence does sorrow take its cue
Or weary formless darkness due
In homage drawn from wretched musing
Such rendered inner screams confusing
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