4am Besides

And when the night passes over,
Windows shuttered, curtains drawn,
And we’re all in the great shadow of the world,
There’s still a glimmer of light
In the corner of your eye.

At 4am, there’s a hush within the city,
And our half-world dozes,
When we’re done with all the talking,
There’s a hum of love
Mixed into your sleep.

When the sun drops and the earth is cold
When time runs slow and I’m not wound
There’s still a fire that lingers on
Within me, embers that last until the dawn
Waiting to wake
Beside you.

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