The Sweet Black of Night
Why do you yearn for
The Sweet Black of Night?
For often I have seen your face out of hiding
In dimly lit corners of ancient ruins
In the deep and jagged cuts of cracked and weather-beaten stone
And I have seen you gazing eternally toward
The Sweet Black of Night.
Your dark countenance wearily creeps West
Away from the light of the rising sun
In a sad yet cold farewell to
The Sweet Black of Night.
Your hard features gladly edge East
Away from the light of the setting sun
Like some monolith of pain
Anxiously awaiting
The Sweet Black of Night.
Copyright © Ojo Blacke | Year Posted 2013
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