THE NIGHT HAS CAST ITS SPELL ON ME AGAIN


Oh, the night has cast its spell on me again.
Shimmering asphalt and a dark, weary rain.
There is something magic about the obscure.
Lonesome streets and the hidden, the pure.

Nighttime is my time to explore my prime.
To crawl down and climb into the sublime.
What I will find? A thoughtful little mind,
and the wonderings of a lost kind.

The expanse of heaven, the gloomy air.
A glimpse of paradise, a treasure so rare.
How grand to live in abscence of pain.
The night has cast its spell on me again.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-04-26 at 18:32

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Arti
Like Kathy said, this one is profound. I'm a night person too... I'm fascinated by the night. (hmmm... ghoulish aspirations... lol)
2007-05-15


Kathy Lockhart
Darkness can bring comfort, a sort of peace that comes from the depths of night. In those times, those dark times, pain cannot touch us for it has become neutered in the face of acceptance. And, in the acceptance, in that calm, comes serenity in the beauty that is it own.

Well written poetry with a profound impact.
2007-04-26