Thursday, 28 May 2015

ODE TO NIGHT


A warm still night,
A pale, waning moon,
With its dull, restless light,
Engines buzzing on like some loon,
The lone warbler crooning in mid-flight,
And a sonneteer, still bright eyed as if it's noon,
Putting the stamp of his ink on paper, clean and white,
Far away, a solitary lover trills a song, although not in tune,
Hope of reconcilliation with his beloved, in his heart burning bright,
Lady Luck, Lady Love and her lofty laughter will again be his, very soon.

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