The night sighs
while I say my prayers
stacking them as cord wood
to burn on the altar of God
silence bends around me
coaxing ghostly thoughts
that are tapestries woven
to tempt and prod
yet black is the true color
whose absence proves costly
much it is we have lost
but still more do we have to lose
if I dream tonight
let it be of you
for you are the last honest man in town
you aren't afraid of the dark
shock wild and be a friend
I'll come out when all is quiet
until then sleep on good night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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