Black are the dreams that pierce
The grey shroud of sleep
Drenched is the pristine pillow
Through which the tears seep.
Faces marauding the pensive mind
Some smiling, some stark
Snatches of time that shaped my life
Penetrating through the dark.
At the murky night sky I stare
Searching among the stars
Beyond their twinkling facade
Is it where the departed are?
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