Keeper Of The Flame
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The coming night washes shadows from beneath the trees
Bathing the landscape in softness of moonlit reveries
Darkness lapping like waves marching toward the shore
Filling every crevice and corner 'til they are seen no more.....

A penumbra partially placing itself around streetlights
Sharper shadows stabbing across concrete like stalactites
Night has always been much more beautiful than the day
The trick is to admire its attributes in just the right way.....

Night is softness personified, sharpest edges smoothing
From the balm of delicate tendrils of nighttime's soothing
Colors of the day rest beneath a blanket of evening shade
Slumbering ever deeper as ebony causes them to fade.....

Quiet silence of night steals sounds and tucks them away
Saving them to be reborn on rays of sunshine's early day
Til then, all things wrap themselves in cloaks of darkest night
Cares and woes of day's labor remain buried out of sight.....

In the deepest depths of darkness, rest and sleep hold sway
Only a handful of night creatures find themselves at play
Ravelled sleeves of care carefully knitted once again anew
Preparing themselves for the next day's sparkling dew.....

Feb 28 2009

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