Darkness Steals
My heart quite deep within me quakes
when darkness steals the sky.
The night rolls out its raven cape
and stars from shadow, fly.
Gray threadlike clouds adorn the deep
and look down as to spy.
The silence of each long, dark hour
is nightfall's strong ally.
Below, on earth, from our purview
we sleep, we work, and play.
Too often as our life unwinds
we miss night's grand display.
We move among the twilight spheres
with blinders, left and right,
yet high among the moon and stars
we find a guiding light.
The reverence we sense and feel
amid each nightlong fray
enriches and sustains us as
we wait for break of day.
Deep night is not some cryptic foe,
though silent, is a friend.
We live in shadowed, umbral realms
until the dawn ascends
Darkness Steals
1-20-15
common verse
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
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