They are not long, the dark hours of the night,
Red fire once blue will smoke against the sun;
Slow and steady is the advent of light.
Lips that kiss, they hold within them tools that bite;
They carve heaven from smiles, hell when they mourn,
They are not long the dark hours of the night.
Beautiful eyes, they know that tears is right,
For love is pain; and a rose has its thorn.
Slow and steady is the advent of light.
Wise heads they know life is not black and white,
Still they groan that dusk is grey. They say, 'Son,
They are not long the dark hours of the night.'
Broken heart, they beat short their drums of plight,
For time shall undo all the shades of dusk at dawn.
Slow and steady is the advent of light.
And now the darkness had becloud my sight,
I pray rest finds me now that my day is gone.
They are not long the dark hours of the night,
Slow and steady is the advent of light.
You put this togather quite well. I like 3 line stanzas and the last stanza was 4 lines and you made it work well. This poem to me was sort of like inspiration in darknes that all things shall pass.
Great poem, you create each lines with very delicate and very careful to ensure the poem can stand as a powerful poem..keep write thanks for inviting me_Unwritten soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poetry. I fell in love with it quite easily