The Music Of The Night Poem by Matthew Edan Oliver Palma

I hear our laughter echo in the air
the short hearty giggles that we use to share
it comes without fail exactly around 6
there really wasn’t anything that we cannot fix

I see our shadows, they cuddle and play
But they fade much too quickly, I pray they could stay
It certainly comes exactly at 7
It reminds me of how it is to be in heaven

I taste our memories in a grand parade
It passes by slowly as it teases my feelings
It is sure to come at just about 8
And 'till then I do nothing but wait

I feel all our words they all cuddle ‘round me
They touch me gently and whisper so softly
They arrive nonchalantly at a minute past 9
remind me of the time when you are all mine

Then I touch our music that comes the last
It soothes all my aches, so heavenly it was
It ushers in the sadness that comes way past 10
When all I have left is our “remember when's'


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