Into The Black Hole Of Night Poem by David Whalen

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Into The Black Hole Of Night`

The bittersweet feeling
Of bidding the day goodnight
When at days end
I turn off the light

It's the feeling...of leaving
something precious behind
A moment portentous
In the back of my mind

When I sense the present
silently stealing away
Like sand in an hourglass
Quietly taking measure of the day

Life seems fleeting
Empty and stark
And I feel my heart beating
apace in the dark

Would it not be more kind
if man had no concept of time
just the primal acceptance
of daytime and night

But try as I can and with all of my might
can I, like many of you, with the coming of night
Be absent... the bittersweet feeling...
of bidding the daytime goodnight

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