Treasure Island

Neela Nath


Night......


Night makes us
what we are not...
Night excites our
junk thought.
Night tries to
find your truth.
Night is the time
to seek the root.
Night wants us to
sleep in lover's lap.
Night rises with
the power of sap.
Night drinks our
love from hidden love.
Night lies with night,
entwining with half.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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