Tom Mcmurray Poet Rhyme

In the Din of the Night

in the din of the night
in the fast fading light
men will sleep the sleep of the dead
with a graveled grave as their bed
sightless eyes sewn tight
in the din of the night

and no one will grieve
even those who believe
in the soul's final fall
which takes one and all
no matter the strength of the fight
in the din of the night

let no man assume,
in the gray empty gloom,
pale angels will sing
joyous tidings they bring
to the absence of sight
in the din of the night

as the dust of the earth blows wild in the wind
the silence of death in darkness has grinned
while the sun's golden rays
have numbered the days
of men who lie contrite
in the din of the night

philosophers fiddle and shout
what piety will bring about
but the dead cannot hear
the philosopher's fear
his words but a withering blight
in the din of the night

in the din of the night
in the fast fading light
in tattered torn shrouds
below the sparse crowds
man searches for light
in the din of the night

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