Reita Stephens - Solidarity

From room to room I wander,
of how the walls climb
My heart wakes to rhythm,
a head furling of rime

Tis late and it’s frigid
in the land of a solitary night
Where tomorrow sleeps wonders
in slight lullaby

My little lambs are sheeting
neatly in fold
Corners with creasing,
where nearby a lamp glows

As the Westminster omnipresent
tocks royal the time
Challenging each passing hour,
like guards keeping eye

And a Lexington Minuteman
is keeping imminent stride
Watching the light pass
how long was I blind?

And how long til the light,
until it goes back by
And oh how long
until forever is gone

Wake me in the trying times,
and please love me long
The heart produces the rhythm,
and the echo the song.

Reita Stephens

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