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Mickey Marshall


Night


The sun creeps low in the West
And on the trees shadows form
Heralding the approaching night
Like the thunder of a storm

The moon has appeared above
In its waxing state
It sits impatiently
As if the Sun has stayed too late

The Sun’s rays shine long now
They color the sky with light
A dramatic farewell
Before the onset of the night

Now the Sun has gone
Though not without a fight
But mere star cannot match
The vastness of the night

Night’s cloak is now palpable
Only the moon gives light
Casting it dimly to the ground
Through the eternal night

Submitted: Friday, March 25, 2011

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