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Reflections in the Night

by Jason C. Ford

A set of flickers known as forms of light
Cannot describe a song we hear from bird
With voice so sweet ascending up in height
As we reflect upon event which once occurred.
Remember when you sang a noble song
Upon a lonely bridge as we travelled along
The memories of dire fortunes already cracked
And strands of hope which still remain intact.
As song of bird evolves into a stable link
Between the episodes already gone
And what remains in place, I start to think
About the way we stand as hearts alone.
The song we hear is helping us to seek the way
Of looking past the residue of past decay.

Copyright © 2014 by Jason C. Ford

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