Edge of Night
By Cinara
Edge of Night Dreams of passion, edge of night Take me on a swirling flight Through imagination’s world On wings of words that come unfurled Let the lantern of delight Shine upon my page of white Twirl my pen in ink of gold That conjures tales yet to be told Midnight stars will grace the page Waters from the seas will rage In the lamplight love will creep Upon the page before I sleep Fingers glide at thoughtful pace As midnight’s flame still warms my face And mind’s illusions fill my pen Unleashing thoughts of love again A thousand tears my eyes have cried A thousand dreams have been denied The page grows dark, the wick is worn And in the night a poem is born Written January 24th, 2001 © on Feb 24 2002 12:05 AM PST 0 • 10
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