Awoke one morn
To amber eyes
Through window glass
The purple skies
Whispered of overreaching night
Though day it was by time, not light
Trace the footprints
In white sand
The darkness bright
Throughout the land
A murmuring voice, thus let it be
In tones of glossed mahogany
Brick by brick
And stone by stone
'Til together we
Are all alone
Wandering 'neath a lidless gaze
Through timeless dark and lightless days
This is one of my more abstract poems
Criticism welcome, but constructive criticism please
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