Monday, July 20, 2015

When Night Falls Upon the Earth

She is lovely
But not an enigma
Her ways are not mysterious
She is divinity
Never missing her duty
She is fearless
Her movements are willowy
Her duty to earth
Unspoken but deep
She looks upon the globe below
And when the moment
Is appointed
Her veil falls
And day's light ends
A gray for time
Traps the last light
A gloaming exists
Between day and night
And soon
Her black veil
Has covered the world
She mourns her lover
When the morning begins
But he will return
When the appointed time 
Happens again
And he waits
For her embrace
And in her heart
She burns
To embrace him
Again and again

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting."

e. e.  cummings

"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night."
Edgar Allan Poe

She Walks in Beauty

By Lord Byron (George Gordon)
She walks in beauty, like the night
   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
   Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
   Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
   But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
   A heart whose love is innocent!