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Friday, November 9, 2012

Oh Night...





Oh night, you do not shape the silence
Like the quiet of the day
When the harvest is all gathered
And the vesper dies away
But over the mute garden
At twilight, soft you creep
And cover gilded fringes
With your garment dark and deep

 Oh night, sometimes your quiet
Is a comrade, kind and true
But sometimes it is keen and sparks
Raw thoughts of ‘missing you’
And into the still darkness
Our reminiscing bleeds
And only unmarred silences
Its want and wonder heeds

Oh night, you strip away the masks
Of bravery and pride
Beneath the cloak of quietness
We do not need to hide
Or wear for meek appearance
A calm and cool facade
Here in the folds of darkness
It is simply us and God

© Janet Martin



2 comments:

  1. "Oh night, sometimes your quiet
    Is a comrade, kind and true
    But sometimes it is keen and sparks
    Raw thoughts of ‘missing you’"

    So beautiful!

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