Here at Three AM The night is still, no cars are passing by. April full moon is hanging quietly in the sky A night of a billion years painted by the sun A silent satisfaction now that the work is done The night is chilly, the dogs are fast asleep Here at three AM the company that I keep. A quantum snapshot in the mystery of time A human curiosity recorded in a rhyme. My guitar rests quietly in the other room, Dreaming about my fingers and our next tune What cause to let go when a moment’s gone? It all just keeps going like tomorrow’s dawn.
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