Theodora (Theo) Onken
In Full Repose - Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
Nightfall always brings its own requiem...
As it rolls its sleeves down and tiptoes
Into the slumbering shades of ebon;
It has no half-light
It is the Earths darkest blanket
With the Moon, only, its sometimes light;
In the country-it beckons stillness-
And in the city-the sometimes voice
Of horns can be heard...
Lingering in city avenues whispers
Ever mindful-of the nearness of Dawn-
Taken in by a fragment of a yawn;
At last asleep in the gentle arms
Of the Sandman-till the morn
To dream, yes dream-till new day is born;
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