Nick Hilton

(London)

Late (Extended)


The hour may be late,
But the heat of the day,
Remains with me,
And the life of the day,
Clings to me,
Never letting go,
Letting love absorb it,
Trying to remain at that state,
And the joy of the day,
Wraps around me,
Willing me to let it stay,
But gone is the day,
Rushing past each and every date,
But the hour is late.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2005

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