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In the Night

I sit tonight And...stare Out my window At The passersby In their cars Under the stars Close to far Going About Their Way Though Day Has Passed This Way And That Further Than The Last They go Past my window Soon The flow of cars Dwindles And people Walk By In fewer And fewer Numbers The space Outside My window Grows v o i d Of human movements The night Becomes Still And Peaceful And welcomed In To my elements My hours, My time Am I For Well acquainted with The night I Am With the hours Long after The...sun Has Fled And the moon None too soon Fills my room With its Silvery light A Shadow Over There Right There Of a tree A ghost In The N I G H T A Movement Over the ground Not a sound To be found Of a...fox Soon Gone A noise A light A car passes On the Once Busy Street Now in solitude Left alone A house, dark Windows Its owners...asleep Or Still out I wouldn't know A dog barks And Breaks The silence The still solitude A streetlight Stands Guard A Lone Sentry In the night The only light In my sight And shows The Way For a lone soul Walking Down The Street Nobody Else To Meet Oblivious To my watching My notice Of his going by Time passes S L O W L Y As I sit here And look and see All around me What can be Seen In the night Where darkness Reigns And new creatures Rule The land The others Of The day Now sleep Hidden A W A Y In their keeps Away from the Creatures The kings Of The night As day has...passed A new atmosphere Settles All A R O U N D The still air Is bro ken By a breath Of wind But is soon Still Again And brings Calm To a once Hectic Day The hours...start To pass It has To last But...won't As the dark S L O W L Y Gives way To L I G H T And N I G H T My night Begins To come To Its E N D

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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