Night Minstrel
 

Kim A McKee ©

When the warrior sun falls silently and the hand of night
Leads him on
Nothing whispers loud and clear, like a dark
Dark and lonely road
Starry nights and pay phone lights
Keep his ghosts at bay

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For the night is the minstrel’s cradle
Gently rocked by a restless wind
And the music lingers near the ground
While the "night souls" sing him home

In the brightness of a morning some make plans
And fill the day
With familiar sights and familiar sounds, it’s with sameness
That they pay
But there’s a haunting in his daylight
And he must be on his way

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Well a minstrel packs belongings, memories wrapped
In last nights clothes
And he takes his leave so silently, those left behind
Do not know
That the freedom of the road life
Gives a heart so much to say

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The night it is the minstrel’s cradle, gently rocked
By a restless wind
And the loving arms of darkness, have a prayer their own
To lend to him
And his movement is his lover
And the road will smooth his brow

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