''The Curtain of Sleep''
The winds sigh to the evenings soul of darkness,
and night comes trailing a gown of black velvet;
inky i n k y black mysterious and moonless,
is the endless canopy.
Within this deathlike silence,
a nightingale calls;
and somewhere an owl hoots,
hoot hoot h o o t HOOTS . . .
Such a lucid silence,
and peace;
a time for prayer and for weeping.
The spirit of sleep comes to me creep c r e e p i n g,
s l o w l y my weary eyes close;
and I pull the curtain of . . . sleep.
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June 13, 2016 (Edited July 30, 2018)
Poetry/Verse/"The Curtain of Sleep
Copyright Protected, ID 1021-076-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to, End of July 2018 Standard Contest,
Sponsor Brian Strand
First Place
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