The night seems shorter this tme of year. A long days end draws to a near. Say
your not. Straining to hear. The trees they speak with every bending branch.
And my heart slows to the beat of a clock. Draw the curtain. And pull back the

blinds. A train in the distance doesn’t stop at the day. Yet i close up to
sleep. My mother graced yhe room and what she said was right. She said good
evening she said good night. Reach over and turn off the light that sits on. I

said that’s not enough to keep me here all night. Do i say it cause we’re all
sin full. I regret that i do.