I believe in the marriage of night and day
as I let the hours pass thinking of you.
Thereโs a quick message
my mind transmits to the tree-limbs at night.
I tremble because I care for you.
I tremble like the words
tremble inside a jar.
And I look into your eyesโ
vacant, staticโ I see myself
staring back waiting for your acceptance
veiled in hymns; something the nightbirds
ought to confess. My time-feathered will,
you know, is long and patient.
-Lawdenmarc Decamora
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