Sunday, October 23, 2011

Peaceful Evening

How I long for the night –
be it starlit or starless,
gloomy or bright.  
Night time – Oh, such kindness!

Not that I am obsessed,
or a creature of the night.
But, someone blessed,
to attain it tonight.

Not that I seek escape,
from the certainty in light.
But to stay safe,
as I secure my fight.

Longing to close my eyes,
in the shade of a raven.
Mere man as I,
sleep – sweet piece of heaven.

© Phoenix Montoya @ October 11, 2011
'Night time passion.'

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