The Knighted Night

The Knighted Night Too much sun can kill the skin, The Benevolent whispered to me, The daylight’s hard due diligence done, Grants no shade from toil for free… But yield instead to my calm implore, Let loose the day’s long listed sins, Walk into me to find the cure, For all day’s debts I have forgiven. So Benevolent marked in winter’s woods, a place where I alone would find, that kinder, gentler, steadfast light, Where’s It’s man, the moon did shine. And Benevolent breathed upon my skin, and bathed me in moon’s light, To rejuvenate the child within… With dark, restore my sight. And with new eyes I turned to see, Who my Benevolent could truly be, When in-beamed moonlight cascading down, To dress Benevolent in his crown… And all I thought was mine to bear, I wept for now – it all made right, And my smile beamed forth, as if a sword, For Benevolent was the Night… And with my beaming, smiling sword, I Knighted Him the Night… To see my photopoems, Join me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sonnetforge Or visit the website: www.gopoem.com What we Read, is Where we Go...