Dark Night, October
Dark night displays so many things
like shining stars on mystery wings;
and moon, with luminescent glow,
her sentry until morning sings.
The milky way's translucent show
of bright stars, some we name and know.
What hides behind night's raven veil,
and shapes our fears on earth below?
At night, when heart and footsteps fail,
our minds and ears hear phantoms wail.
Cold fingers reach to touch our nape.
fear grows and soon our fears prevail.
Imagined ghostly, floating shapes
whose icy grip could draw death's drape.
In hope we gaze upon moon's face,
to aid our fraught and frail escape.
Our moon, observing from vast space
allays our fears and bids us place
our head where pillowed thoughts may flow,
to sense and feel its lunar grace.
We sleep until the sun bestows
dawn's light, by which we work and grow.
Though warmed by sun's most pleasant face,
the heart still seeks night's stygian row.
Dark Night
8-1-14
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
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