Christopher Thor Britt

Rookie - 2 Points (31 July,1971 / Michigan)

Light Of Day - Poem by Christopher Thor Britt

Beauty vane, oh maiden’s bower
Though night be far, still far away
How chance thee fly in early hour
To seek the light of day?

Does not your own bed satisfy?
What crave you more that you should stray
Into the waning light’s supply
To wrest the light of day?

‘Fore twilight’s door you find your place
Though stars unseen, immortal play
They bide their time true to their race
No need for light of day

Oh, lady pure heed not at all
The siren dawn nor noontide’s ray
Heed not the lie that to you, calls
Thy need for light of day

Your beauty grows in darkened bed
Your countenance, of azure fey
As you have to your chambers fled
Do scorn the light of day

We mortals here in shadow 'bide
‘Neath thy mantle’s gloried array
Boon to lover’s, poets and tide
‘Till new, the light of day


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, December 3, 2010


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