The sky a layer cake of hues
from darkest greys to palest blues.
The sun has set and daylight fades.
The birds have sung their serenades.
All noise is hushed as darkness falls.
The shadows vanish from he walls.
As curtains drawn against the night
deprive them of the yellow light
that’s cast from windows far and wide
Confining shadows to outside
The living rooms kept warm and bright
perhaps because men fear the night.
But I do not I am content
the darkness is my element.
28-Jun-08
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For some the night it brings much pleasure, to a night owl, it's a treasure! *10*! ! Great read Ivor, love it! Friend Thad