Velvet Night
Soft, soft and never dawning Night creeps on. Silent, strong The dark one roams over lake And road, fallow field and river long And winding. Black as velvet until Morning breaks slowly upon The fresh dewed meadow Harshly hot the orb looks down Upon the windswept, rainwashed town Steaming, shimmeringly peaceful. Noon, much maligned, but seldom Shamed. Brazen stands the waiting Moon, to shine on velvet black Written December 2nd, 2001 © on Dec 01 2001 11:21 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Soft, soft and never dawning..."