This day with it's hopes and it's beauty gone,
Sun sinking low to stay there til dawn.
The earth is silvered over with magic on this night,
Shadows are creeping through from the crescent moon light.
The wind is speaking low to my unsatisfied heart,
Making shadowy dances out there in the dark.
Thoughts are beating their torturing way through my brain,
Nature yielded and spent from the stress and the strain.
In darkness and silence a rare bloom does appear,
Waiting for me as the light's drawing near.
My anxious heart rested as dawn did arrive,
Shadows now are beautiful and they are alive...
L.G.V.
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