Watching The World At Night
Hidden there in mid-nights lace, Of shadows placed with skill, Cast by ragged rocks and caverns, The night it stands so still, Below black ribbons of highways, Travelers upon endless flight, Are they running scared, From the day or from the night. The clouds part for a moment, As the moon fully lights the dark, Seeping into my place of hiding, As if a curtain had been torn apart. I look into the face of the moon, Fully exposed there by it's light, A foot step upon a hidden path, I move back into the shadows out of sight. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 04:03 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 10
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"Hidden there in mid-nights lace,..."