Nocturnal Thought

Written by: Mark Norton

 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