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Jay Olson

When It's Our Turn

  • I listened intently to the howling of the night wind upon my glass. I closed my eyes and hummed along with the song blowing outside of my door. The words escaped my memory like a face from the past. The melody builds and swells like the oceans never ending roar. Deep in slumber-lost in a dream-drifting effortlessly through the night. Never remembering-simply following footsteps in times shifting sand. Acting with ease and effortlessly moving onward toward mornings light. Never regretting-marching forward and out of yesterday's land. Outside of my window a night bird sings its nightly song. Inside of my room I gently sleep in silence-as hours slip away. A new day will soon enter with the coming of the dawn. My eyes will hopefully open to greet the brand new day. How many times I've wondered-the question asked by all? Through many nights and darkened hour I've often pondered this. For who does the night wind blowith? For who does the night bird call? We all lie down to sleep at night to await tomorrow's kiss.~Jay O
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