Night
darkness stalks the evening sun shadows
flee the streets
the moon and the stars illuminate the night
from their power station in the sky but neon
signs and florescent brights fornicate their
presence
bittersweet sorry delight this is the majesty
of the night
and in their realm of a darkened night come
men with barren conscience cold there
stories yet untold
of visions quest and serenade and dreams
they hope the night unfold
some will speak with tangled tongues and
fill the air with daunting sounds
but when the magic of a darkened light spills
the fragrance of the night
some will hear this tender call and from a
heart where truelove dwells answer to the
moon that swells
bathed in the bouquet of a swollen moon
this heart now full of freed emotion plays a
melody of unchained devotion
love brings me to this place of hope
that man fear not the darkened sky
this prelude to the morn
but light the shadows in their soul
and so embrace the wisdom of the day
that we might see a dawn
Earl S. Jackson
June 1988
Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.
Poetry by Earl Jackson
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Written on 2006-08-23 at 19:59
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