Spontaneous Works of an Endless Dreamer (Poetry)

Night

The darkness of dusk to dawn,

All light once there now gone,

A deep vision of black,

And color a lack,

As at long last it turns quiet.

All is still, drenched in the sweet silver light of night,

The moon master, stars servants,

And those little stars dazzle in hope, so serene,

There for the lost to wish upon when they no longer see, what they once knew now means,

For when all is lost, upside down, they’ll be there still, shining bright as ever, despite pain, misery and the blindness of night,

And the breeze, flickers through the trees, rustling the leaves, thrashed back and forth, through the rapids like a worn kite.

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Yet the creatures of the dark thrive on, filled with determination and fight.

The bitter, coldness of night fuels their life

Hence their strife,

Are they to stalk out into the peaceful storm,

No, they take shelter and stay warm.

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Then comes dampness, dew, that dapples the earth's ground,

Warmth of the light streams in to surround,

Moon and stars stay hidden, still there though

Only to those who seek them out will they show,

Otherwise, out of sight,

That is, until return of night.