George Leblanc Poet Free verse

The Night Is When I Write

The night is when I write, when dews and damps do light;
      When the silence is punctuated with a thought of life and love and death;
      When darkness is soften by a moon so embracing and full of life.
      Night is when I write, when specters rise and sit upon their tombs,
      And dawn shrouds for their brief release.
      The night is when I write, about those haunted paths, and lives ferried away
      Too soon, weeping on the distant shore.
      And night is when I cry for sins so heavy, and repentance too easy too brief.
      Oh, the night is when I write, and cry, and consider this field of sadness,
      Sown with old hands.
      And I would weep all night and never see the day,
      But the day comes and I wait, for the night is when I write.

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