The Night
What is it about the night
that bathes us with the light
of a million yesterdays?
This muse of song and poem
elicits happiness beyond compare
and sadness of the same.
How many wishes and prayers
are spent on a waning moon or
tossed to a full moon's glare?
What is it about the night
that in its shadows
there is both comfort and grief -
both hope and regret?
Like the glowing faces 'round a fire
we are mesmerized by it
and follow the spark that escapes
until it disappears into forever...
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