Eric Cockrell


Come, Night... - Poem by Eric Cockrell

come, night...
night of the holy,
open arms outstretched,
wrapping all that hurts
and burns in cooling blackness.
come, night,
night of the candle lit,
of the curtains blown,
of the silent whispers.
come, night,
night of the glass upturned,
of the laughter of comrades,
of the talking of the eyes.
come, night,
night of the bodies wrapped,
the tongues electric,
the hardness and the wetness.
come, night,
night of quiet reflection,
of soulful introspection,
of prayer beyond words.
come, night,
night of sleep eternal,
of the wind that leaves the body,
and searches the depths of emptiness.
come, night...
let us walk!


Comments about Come, Night... by Eric Cockrell

  • Silver Star - 3,720 Points Dave Walker (3/18/2012 2:29:00 PM)

    Love it, a really fantastic poem, a great write. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,287 Points Valerie Dohren (3/18/2012 11:06:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem, full of insight. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 28 Points Ekaterina M. Polischuk (3/18/2012 8:15:00 AM)

    what a wonderful mystery poem with lot of miracles in the words (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 18, 2012



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