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When the night ends
the sun will be so much more
in the eyes of the sleep deprived.
I cannot understand
Where I’ve been but everything
I’ve done has led me back to this
There was not warning
when all the world shifted.
Everything I’d seen got mixed up
with different memories
There was no warning then there was not light.
But when the night ends I might make sense
Of things again.
Burning out the dreams
The light comes creeping in.
All the faces, all the visions are frozen in time
The light will show me true how it's meant to be
My memories align for a moment
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If You Miss The Morning
02:52
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If you miss the morning
I will remind you of all moments you slept through.
And we could watch the day fall off the horizon at the end of the day.
Repeating it all, without realising.
Our memories do not do us any favours. We will end
Up back here watching the light over the water.
Moving through the mess we have left behind
Maybe we can figure out how we got here.
But I’m never sure when the moment comes
That this was not the starting point.
Was there time before this? Was there a day
When I did not wait for you at the waterside.
I know if I missed you we’d only start again.
Running from this place only brings me back again.
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3. |
Trouble Of Spring
02:48
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Do you hear the trouble of spring?
It leaves me restless in the middle of the night.
I can’t think about sleeping.
Nothing can talk me down,
All I can do is hurt and wait for spring to ease its grip.
I do not need you sorrow
New versions of the truth would do me good.
Failing that I will wait for summer days,
When I can swim in lakes in the heat.
I will wait for spring to pass
For all the things I did not do to pass me by.
For them to be forgotten completely.
I cannot recognise myself in spring.
I will not pretend that it is not ruining my mind.
But in time the world will spin.
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Lines
02:06
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Carving lines that will
be washed away
Forgetting all of the paths that we traced.
When the morning comes
the sun will fall into place
Leaving us with the feeling of
disgrace.
The wilderness will be
all consuming
with us wrapped up in misunderstanding.
What hope is there for us?
We make patterns that wash away
so easily.
Drifting on a hopeless sea.
Washed away like all the lines we left behind.
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Counting Down
03:18
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The trouble with these days
Is they go by far too quick. Spending time, wasting time.
And the days I don’t waste are spent ignoring you.
These days are patterns and
we fall comfortable into letting them roll by.
It is so easy to watch them go.
Counting down the moments till the days are over.
Starting over again. It might take a little while.
The trouble I’m having
is I can’t see where these days
are going. Placing all my hope in days
to come that do not include these.
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Short Story Picture Book Nottingham, UK
Feb - Nov 2019
Liam James Marsh (music) is also Kid Chameleon: kidcham.bandcamp.com
Leah Short (words) also: leahshort.wordpress.com
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