O night, take pity upon my plight
And encircle me in your dark shawl
O night, do not go out of sight
O night, do hear my call
Tired of the world, and weary of man
Sick of the way man cruelties does plan
I beseech you, o night, to stop in mid-flight
After all, it’s a long way to morn, and light..
Night, you pass me in a flash
And I feel the world’s cruel whiplash
Never shall I commit an act that is rash
Never shall I sell my soul for cash.
Night, touch me by the magic wand that’s always in your hand
Night, grant me dreams about the golden river and sand
Use every bait, that is up to date
But do not in my face, bang your huge and heavy gate..
O you, master of sleep and mistress of dreams
Why do you let tears from my eyes stream
Night , oh night, it’s not too late
Dispel all my fears, and show me the good traits
- Author: safina (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 26th, 2022 01:32
- Comment from author about the poem: another way to view night - another poem on a similar subject
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