It Came At Three In The Morning.


I hear your whispering voice,


I hope it’s for me,


because I cannot believe you

would ever set me free.


In this world, darling,

Time is so short tempered,

we take the world as we must,

for all the glitter, for all the rainbows

we should return to dust.



I heard your whispered voice,


calling me beyond my fragile mind,


I am forever young

in your arms, you become so kind.


In this world, Darling,

I am lost, confused and sometimes crushed,

my outer shell is cracked, the thoughts worn thin,

Darling, my time is close by,

Darling, come take me home again.


Ian D. Hall 2017