Just close your eyes, my precious child
Everyone has to dream
For night awaits you; darkness takes you
From reality’s seam
The night has called, it’s ready now
Hold my hand real tight
Everybody wonders why the
Killers kill at night
I know the truth; I see it clear
Let’s close our eyes and dream
Let the darkness take you
Everyone, grab an oar and let’s
Row down the river of screams
YOU ARE READING
A Golden Afternoon: The Collected Poetry of the Late Matthew Packard
PoesíaThis is simply a collection of previously unpublished (and unseen) poems written by my late Uncle Matthew. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed finding them.
