Dennis A. Burke
The Night - Poem by Dennis A. Burke
Feel the night, black as coal;
and soft as velvet, beneath your fingertips.
The sun has set, Leaving us with memories,
of a neon sunset that shocked the sky
A cloud waves by,
like a magician's hand;
the pearl of the night sky.
beneath a diamond studded sky;
with creeping shadows.
cut through the cool crisp air;
and excite the dark,
with wild imaginings.
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