The Hour is Late

Why do we sleep whilst the dawn mist glows?
And why is the hour always later than you think?
Why do shadows hang from blood-stained skies?
As dark silhouettes,
Which emerge as the sun falls west.
And why does winter’s day pass like rain on the mountain?
A veil of black,
Receding across a windswept field.
The hour is later than you think.

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