Darkness
Sometimes when I'm frightened and darkness fills my night
I speak into the darkness to chase away my fright
Darkness I say
I know you're but a cover to beauty sweet and kind
and if you give to me tomorrow these things I know I'll find
the lustre of a sunrise lighting waves across the bay
a field of flowers waving as with the breeze they play
rivers that run from snow capped peaks as for a shore they search
steeple bells that call to all from a friendly country church
the taste of cool fresh water from a bubbling mountain spring
the call of springtime swallows returning on the wing
the blushing of the setting sun as it paints the dying light
pulling with it after the blanket of the night
Darkness
you do not take these things you but grant a short repose
all is safe within your keeping until the morning glows
so darkness I will give to you my heart and soul to keep
until I feel the dawning just cover me with sleep
Copyright © Roger Wilson | Year Posted 2017
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