Sweep Them Away

A voice cries out in the night 

Wanting solace from the cold 

Whispering softly as in flight 

The darkness grows rather old 

I feel a tug at my sleeve 

Seeking escape from the dark 

Bending trees shed falling leaves 

Winter is about to start 

She lies stately on my bed

Arms wrapped around in comfort

Her mind miles away instead

Avoiding a nightly sport

The lies we tell in our hearts

Mysteries surround our day

Nightmares amid broken parts

The truth would sweep them away

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by Bill Ferguson

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