Nocturnal Thought

Nocturnal Thought Cold the night when anger grows And holds us to our darkest desires, For concealed is a passion of life and death Inspiring nothing, expressing nothing! Give blessing to the thunder of the sound of the sea As we behold the worth of its breadth, While who can see nocturnal things? And ponder the age of a star That glittered a million years ago Redemption is hard when emotion fails When it is lost between religion and creation, Still truth is abandoned when justice is lost Replaced by the injustice of lies! Still slowly came the shafts of light To enkindle the birth of morning, While coolness held a summer frost Hopeless, disregarded, Ignoring the passing of night By m.norton marklnorton@shaw.ca