Sleep
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Barry Middleton
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Sleep is a pale stranger
when the mind lingers
in a forgotten waltz.
Memory brings a chill
in the darkest night,
for I cannot forget
your tender kiss.
And late night talk
ended all my fears
until our love was lost.
But imperfect endings
leave haunting shadows.
The faint hint of music
is a summons for you.
Sleep is a pale stranger
as our dance continues
in a nearly faded dream.
Midnight knows the beat.
I bow to a dim ghost,
swaying in a final waltz,
within my silent room.
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