Dissident Soldiers In A Strange Night Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Dissident Soldiers In A Strange Night
When the dark falls
Birds fly to their roost.
The Watch keepers,
Moon and Stars appear in the pale sky.
I too start my graveyard shift.
The distance between us I calculate leisurely
And I hear a serenade far away.
'Night has a light
And for what?
You and me awake and the rest fast asleep.
You never come up and it's impossible me to come down.
In this eternal battle we are just two soldiers.
If the destiny was written,
Then why should we are awake?
I dim my light a little and you keep that toy gun aside.
We are almost tired comrade
And let's have a rest for a while.'
A message written in the stars indeed, . Music for the night, Lovely and lonesome. Warm regards, Sandra
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4/16/2024 2:23:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your night watchman's soliloquy is particularly moving. You seem to have a particular fascination for the night, Nimal and describe it's magic with great skill. Juliet, I remember, called it 'loving, black-browed night' and said of Romeo: '...and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of Heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun'. You personalize the moon and stars - as though they were work mates having a break between shifts. Beautiful poem. love Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥