The Artist

A Night - Poem by The Artist

Once is sat upon a dark and mystical night,
Watching the moon with total delight,
The sky with the stars- sparkling and dazzling,
Evoked in my heart a distraught feeling,
And the dark brown tint of the gigantic summits,
And the voice of the nightingale- tune to which my heart beats,
Were making me breath totally heavy,
It was a debt which I couldn’t levy,
A debt on nature did I owe,
Foe having to my eyes this wonderful show,
And all at once I had a sudden thought,
Whatever joy from this night, I sought,
Would wane with the winds of time like sand,
Would be a mere memory and
Would remind me how alive I was,
And to time it would give a pause,
And make me feel as if I lived like immortal,
Old lord! Bless this memory enthrall!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 6, 2014

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