The Night
The night has such dignity;
Gently slipping into darkness,
Allowing the nightstar
To reveal its full magnificence
With pure moonstruck beauty.
The night, so heavily laden
With its own secrets,
Yet beckons me to stay
And slip into its warm caress.
Ah, the thick velvet of night
Descending slowly,
Allowing no light
To mar the ecstasy
Of transparent fantasy.
The coming dawn,
Though always certain,
Will yet seem pale
After the splendor
Of this night.
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