Oh ebony night, hold my hand
Crush me in your embrace
`Tis you alone who understands
How I’ve come to dwell in this place
Might I join your song of sorrow…
Eerily so divine
I’d gather the moon in my arms
Anxious to make his troubles mine
`Tis that lonely whistle of wind
That sways the trees to bend
Should their branches listlessly droop
Their dying roots I’d gladly tend
The stars must not lose their glisten
The clouds…their bushy plume
Who would rob celestial gold
And leave the sky a barren tomb
Thus, on bended knee, I request…
Your cape of solitude
Your dark visage and nightly friends
Mysteriously fit my mood
Sheila Roy – Copyright 2008
Love this heartfelt write Sheila!
I still stay up late into the mornings, just to grab all the inspiration! I still look forward to DAY LIGHT! :)
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Gypsy Passionate Shexooo
STay Positive!
Love & peace
William
Regis
Blessings ...
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fee
This is why we call it, "The Graveyard Shift" I love the mystery and the eerie feelings your poem gives me. That 4th verse is my favorite. I hope there are many stars and bright moons to amend those dark overcast nights. Always a pleasure reading your poetry my friend. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.