Lying awake in darkness
two in the morning ‘til four
soft snoring in gentle rhythms
at my side
What I call my watch time
“Watchman, what of the night?”
The faces of my friends
hover here in gentle sweetness
just beyond my reach
Watchman,
what of the night?
Watchman!
What of the night?
John Robert McFarland
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