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The poem was inspired by times when I'd wake before dawn and hear the clear sharp songs of birds rising. It is at this time, when we are not distracted by the static of our routine, that we must confront our truest self.
by Emily Calvo
Fleeting shadows in the starlight
glide in dark's stark emptiness
the birds of truth seen at night
have no camouflage for daylight sins.
Synthetic motives leave at five
Ambition goes to sleep at nine
Lonely singing guides my mind
to find new thoughts in quiet time.
Even dreams sent as a puzzle
meant to unfold the muddle
paint a portrait true-to-life
the naked self we see at night.