Upon the Night
The play of the night
Upon which we speak
Opens the evening with delight
And create a positive spin
She saves her heartache
For the master of night
Where the moonlight
Penetrates the heart
And allows the pain to depart
Through sleeves of trains
Of whistles and borrowers
Of words, there are stars
That elicit another realm
Of dominance where she can’t
Escape, but filters the heartache
Into pieces of manageable
Parts, where the night
Opens into soft requiems
And the moon delivers
Its peace once again
Russell Sivey
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