THE Song Remember the night,streetlights and dust. Remember the stars,moonbeams and justthe haunting voicein the corner of yesterday. Remember the shapes,bequeathed to morning’s fancy. (I find myself looking.I question and tease.) Ancestry is revealedthrough convoluting fumes—primal definitionsgallant transitionsinfinite renditions. The song will play,alive and brighter tonightthan it will ever be. Seven shall be the childrenwho dream the dreams,who dance the dances,who teach the plays,whose steps anticipate sinful nations.Seven they shall be. The song will play,for this day,come what may! (I painted the lyricson slumbering clouds.) Remember the night,streetlights and dust. Remember the me,shadowless and justwanting to be.And remember the songfor all eternity. ©2010 Cendrine Marrouat

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