The world around me is sleeping and still,
The beautiful dark, and the deep tranquil,
Many morning cheers with its radiant light,
But not so for me, leave me to the night.
To some morning comes as a joyous array,
Its rays softly dance at their mindless play,
Waking sweet slumber in a ruthless bite,
But not so for me, leave me to the night.
Leave me to the comfort, the quiet, the peace,
Alone with empty thoughts, sweet dreams that repeat,
Away from gravity’s pull, such a tiring plight,
Yes, reality knock softer, and leave me to the night.
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4 comments:
joy i honestly think you missed your life's calling as a soul-inspiring poet.another beautiful work.
awww thanx! It was really great to see Kenneth today at soccer - I told him I have been being a really bad friend :/
We need to get together soon! Maybe this friday - or this weekend...
Beautiful poem. I totally agree.
hey J
what up? i hope you've been having a rockin life! the Lord is so good! i have so much to tell you. i'll try to call you this weekend--that is, if you're not too busy with kenneth;-)
have a great rest of the week...
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