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Our Midnight the Unseen Within Collaboration

Silent unto our sense, yet musical
With eternal harmony, they move
About our darkened vision, the beautiful ones,
Angels of destiny.

Pale with the dawn, sun-golden with the noontide,
They mingle with our moments;
There is no sadness that they do not share,
No night they are not near.

Even as flowers that scent the roving winds
With fragrant incantations, - flowers unseen,
That loose the largess of their beauteous dreams,
Even so are they.

Bequeathing endlessly for our delight
The gifts we spurn, the secret revelations
Would make us in our needless misery
True kindred of the Soul,-

A holy kiss to marry us with light,
These sheens where cherubins loose their waxxen wings;
Shear the shadows where fear is oft found,
And quell doubt like a startled imposter

A righteous device to lead us home.....
A wanton wind to soothe the wayward ails;
A flame-cold but bright to illume every wan,
We sleep unbeguiled, where angels tread

What secret shadows skulk to maim?
Strip our bones to sudden death?
Move they winnowed and tarried -----
Helpless to the winged, swift eye

A keepsake (say many) beat of feather;
Hope gives us peace in those hallowed hills,
Where the angels sing like larks and cry a tear of love:
              (Our midnight)


First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 by Keith O.J. Hunt

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Robert Lindley February 19, 2016 at 8:03 PM Thank you Keith for making this a wonderful poem with such brilliantly conceived verses! Always a pleasure to compose with you my friend. 16 lines all so good I can not pick a favorite single verse. Favorite stanza is - " What secret shadows skulk to maim? Strip our bones to sudden death? Move they winnowed and tarried ----- Helpless to the winged, swift eye" Anytime my friend, anytime.. Keith O.J. Hunt February 20, 2016 at 1:44 PM Enjoyed this write very much Robert --- you conceived of the poetics and said more with less verbiage; 'They mingle with our moments...' is I think the finest line in the poem. When I first read your 16 lines I was blown away. Hmmmm, a book collaboration perhaps? May we write many more my friend! Faithfully, Keith;-)

Joseph May February 19, 2016 at 7:00 PM 7

Joseph May February 19, 2016 at 6:59 PM Very well written collaboration....A 7....enjoyed

Tom Arnone February 19, 2016 at 2:57 PM Favorite line: "They mingle with our moments;" Keith O.J. Hunt February 20, 2016 at 1:36 PM Absolutely, I am most fond of Robert's line, it is a gem to be sure. Thanks for the visit Tom! Keith;-)

Jan Allison February 19, 2016 at 12:52 PM A wonderful collaboration - Robert is a joy to work with - your pens flow so beautifully together:-) hugs jan xx

Paul Callus February 19, 2016 at 12:28 PM This is a lovely tribute written in striking undertones about these humanlike spirits that keep us company and share in our daily life. An excellent collaboration, Robert and Keith! #7 Well done! Regards ~ paul