The Night Is A Blanket
A blanket upon the evening so mild,
A time to know which star is mine,
Amid the consternation so infinite,
That each one,
Upon my eyes gazeth.
A delusional moment,
That last a mind at large.
The moon will merge the light,
And make the sparkle a wonder,
Then we mourn the horrors of the day,
Then again our minds open like a foyer,
To foster the delight at the evening arrival,
A cross section of light,
With diluted colors,
Across the face of the dusky sky,
That's her star,
Right above my head, i guess.
The lullabies, ...
A Night Alone
Even the precious emerald and ruby is but a penny,
To purchase this one night on lasting grace,
Thorns and needles, upon this rocky ground heaps,
Off home near home,
Long seen a sight upon this tyrant monstrosity called hills,
Against the mote wind prickle,
The wooing thrushes at profound remarks elated,
Yet, at no hush my niggling protest,
Their gender prescribed as landlords,