Mark Norton Poet Ballad

Into the Night Part 1

We the spirit of mortality, are defined by the things we say
Until all existence escapes the shadows of our wisdom,
Until what crackles in a fire lit is held in ones embrace,
Until things born to a simple word fade into the night again;
Listen to the rustling from our sacred bows, beneath a silent mist
Until into solitude crept symbols of our belief;
Until inspired seem the fragrant seas and sounds of quiet wind,
Until we alone are held in the loneliness of night;
Impassive is our destiny when all emotions change
Until we can feel the beating of the heart,
Until things awake when we see the coming dawn,
Until a brighter sun hastens away the night

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