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The darkest hour is before dawn |
Eclipsed For the ones lost in the shadows For the ones who cannot shine For the ones that clouds leave fallow No silver in their line No silver in their curb chains With hallmarks long stamped out Links weakened under time's strains, and futures sewn in doubt Ploughed in barren soil Backs broke along the way With crops left out to spoil A harvest on display Rotting down, decaying With no farm hands... on hand Some produce we're displaying, it didn't grow as planned 'cause everyone needs tending … every now and then Inside we're left pretending As seasons turn again Such tapestries we're weaving Embroidered scenes displayed With knits and pearls deceiving At cuffs, we start to fray Nervously start picking At threads spent overtime All the while missing The reasons in the rhyme Patterns bold in textures seen, in bright rags... not our own Hung on lines in pastures green Believing what we're shown Laundry, clean on the breeze, in gardens, aired in sun Whilst shrouded in their copse of trees, for some, the time has come For ones stuck on the outskirts Eclipsed by others light On fringes where we've all hurt Silent...out of sight Take heed of subtle silence Watch out for silhouettes Seek out signs of subsidence Lest it slips when we forget For with the grace of gods we go … others fated, left behind Where smallest gestures often show … the grandest in our minds |