NightA Poem by emipoemiPart
1: The Stars
Come forth, ye
stately steadfast stars, Thy twinkling lanterns light, And mark thy places in the sky To start the flow of night.
Still many wonder what ye are, Though not thy shape or size, But what ye deep within conceal From our surveying eyes.
Ye dot the darkened sky with shapes Of justice, peace, and war, Which, though unmoving, tell in full The tales of ancient lore.
For ye as storytellers serve, And ev’ry tale ye tell, Though ages old, still hold the world In their enchanting spell.
Ye as a compass serve as well, So those who are astray May find their way back home again Before the break of day.
Through virtue, passion, solace, bliss, Through shadow, sorrow, strife, Ye guide us down the rugged road That winds and weaves through life.
More lanterns year by year are lit, And further dot the sky, For we are bound to join thy ranks When ’tis our time to die.
Thy magic dissipates at dawn, But shall once more flow out Upon the sun’s descent at dusk When all the lights go out.
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2: The Moon
They call thee the cheese rock, The silver balloon, They call thee amore, And a loony buffoon.
Sublime and silent at the helm Amidst the dark and mystic realm, No matter what thy shape may be (A pie, croissant, a ship at sea), Thy silver beams make abstract art When they between the shadows dart, And shimmer over lakes and streams, Through windows, trees, and in our dreams. Thine ardour, like thy grace, shines bright Across the calm and soothing night. O blessed moon ne’er cease to ease Our fears and make them reveries. For thou dost ease whate’er unease Had chanced to bring us to our knees, And sow in us throughout thy stay The will to face another day.
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3: The Tempest
Hark! Mark the tapping rhythms of the rain Upon the roof and on the windowpanes. So comforting is this melodic strain, Which briefly rids us of our cares and banes. Crescendos rise with Thunder’s sudden crash, And set another mood for it to play. The sky becomes aglow with Lightning’s flash To show what beauty lies beyond the grey. The tempest merely plays a solemn tune, Arranged symphonically for us to hear. ’Tis not an act of wrath, ’tis but a boon, Which further proves there’s never need to fear This orchestra, despite it startles so- It but refreshes life with ev’ry show. Part
4: The Darkness
The darkness swirls from pole to pole, Becoming thick and thin at will, Engulfing all except thy soul.
Thou art well hidden be thy stroll Along an alley, street, or hill- The darkness swirls from pole to pole.
Protector be its trusted role, And thus through night performs its skill: Engulfing all except thy soul.
Fear not that any rogue or troll Awaits nearby in want to kill- The darkness swirls from pole to pole.
Wait not for morning bells to toll Where darkness is most wont to fill, Engulfing all except thy soul-
Walk on, head high, fulfill thy goal! Make of the darkness but a thrill. The darkness swirls from pole to pole, Engulfing all except thy soul. -EDP © 2023 emipoemiFeatured Review
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