Night - Poem by Kelsey BriAnne
My crying is done under the cloak of night
When the tears know how to fall in the star-softened light
The heart knows how to rest in a cradle of sky
and Dreams know how to wake as shadows slip by
Night is a time for thinking and feeling,
a time for loving, and a time for being.
The moon is free, as are the leaves that breathe
the leaves that whisper, the leaves that are sheathed
in that Star-light, that milky presence of sleep
that coaxes lovers to love, and dreamers to weep
Earth-night is like a dance, swaying so slightly to a tune
that is sung by the stars, and strummed by the moon
A ginger waltz, at first, then a heart-breaking ballet,
each night-soul will have its turn to pray
before the silvered throne of Father Time, so sad
It is no wonder Mother-Earth has nearly gone mad
With her wondrous dreamland, not be found in the light,
Her mad dreams can only be felt in the night.
Comments about Night by Kelsey BriAnne
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.