This is nighttime for me
...and sometimes it seems so dark, really, it’s just that it’s just too late. My perfect state is acceptance, and the realization that all my dreams were merely the stars in a sky you once let me see. But for whatever star you love in your sky- for my sorrow- I wish only joy. I wish too for the pleasant dreams which are the fruit of those who sleep comfortably in the bounty of the thought of being loved. And though the stars may have faded before my eyes, even the darkest of nights cannot extinguish my dreams, and I’ll never remedy myself to the fact that that these dreams will always be of you.
There was a time once for everything we ever wanted to say, there were days in the sunshine: these days are no more. So for whatever’s left, for whatever stars you may look upon in your sky; remember that all too soon the world shall forget us, make haste to be content with the earth you once knew, find peace with your share of the deeds done in it. The dawn approaches, and with it the hard truth of a temporal world: the very stars which tonight we wish upon shall soon perish in the face of a new, shining day. We too shall find our end, though not until we endure the final insult that is the death of our dreams, somehow we must continue to hear the whispers of youth long after death, and old age, and derision have set in to our bones.
This growing light is the promise to a generation that has not yet seen, this is the dawn of tomorrow and forever after. These dying stars are ours, this here is the edge of the world, the last gasp of the light of things once to come, which were, and which once had been. Our yesterdays we must surrender now to the darkness, all things which once we were in a life now merely a sacrifice to the dark knight, oblivion. This is our last day, this is my last regret. I’d loved you once, I can say now without much shame, though such things like all else, are over. I will not apologize for my feelings, though I’d love to dis-own them, were there time enough in the world of man to do such a great deed, I should like to think I would find the time and peace of mind to do that very thing. But this is trivial, to speak of wasted love as we fall into the past…
There was a time once for everything we ever wanted to say, there were days in the sunshine: these days are no more. So for whatever’s left, for whatever stars you may look upon in your sky; remember that all too soon the world shall forget us, make haste to be content with the earth you once knew, find peace with your share of the deeds done in it. The dawn approaches, and with it the hard truth of a temporal world: the very stars which tonight we wish upon shall soon perish in the face of a new, shining day. We too shall find our end, though not until we endure the final insult that is the death of our dreams, somehow we must continue to hear the whispers of youth long after death, and old age, and derision have set in to our bones.
This growing light is the promise to a generation that has not yet seen, this is the dawn of tomorrow and forever after. These dying stars are ours, this here is the edge of the world, the last gasp of the light of things once to come, which were, and which once had been. Our yesterdays we must surrender now to the darkness, all things which once we were in a life now merely a sacrifice to the dark knight, oblivion. This is our last day, this is my last regret. I’d loved you once, I can say now without much shame, though such things like all else, are over. I will not apologize for my feelings, though I’d love to dis-own them, were there time enough in the world of man to do such a great deed, I should like to think I would find the time and peace of mind to do that very thing. But this is trivial, to speak of wasted love as we fall into the past…
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