Kelsey BriAnne


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.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 4, 2005



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