Sandra Feldman Night Poems

In the secret, silent night,
When all stars have taken flight,
And the cares that plague the moon,
Drown in Lover's deep Lagoon,
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Dark Night,
I could write
The deepest verses
Of Love's delight
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I feel you
In my all,
Far away
Yet close
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I, poetry, Solitude
The Night,
All pink Flamingos
Have taken flight,
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Finding our way
Not easy
These days,
Or was it, ever?
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You talk to yourself
Moan regrets,
And out of solitude and fright
A poem may be born
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For everything we have we should be grateful!
This Blue Planet, beloved, filled with life,
Filled with palpitating life-giving Light,
But We, we don't see the Light,
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I sit in front
Of a white blank page
Of something,
That is my life
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What is this, that now I feel?
As the dark night, lingers thru,
Solitude has no appeal,
It prevents you being you.
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For the poet
It is that way
More he feels
More he has to say,
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It's clean,
It's nuptial white,
It gleams
With an ethereal light,
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Chocolate, Whiskey,
On the hill,
Saturday night folly,
Happiness at will,
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I think,
Most poets can't sleep at night,
It's perhaps when best they write,
Day-time dreams, imagination's flight,
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Love the wondrous summer night,
That so charmingly invites,
Dreams to come and be in sight,
All is right, in Summer's Night,
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I touch you delicately,
In the silent somberness of my lonely night,
Carefully, with amour,
As not to blemish the purity of white,
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The chains of solidarity
Seek new victims
Everyday,
As they try to
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With passionate embrace
The Night fulfills,
The Sky
And the Stars
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The Night is always, lightless,
Mysterious, silent, cold
But it's when poets
See straight,
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The Day is done.
Now it's the turn
For the Stars
To have some fun.
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deep, deep, deep
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In the night I roam,
In the black, alone,
With no affection,
To call my own,
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