The Watchman's Night Poem by Barry Middleton

the dismal night is not my guide
without the grace of sleep
without out the comfort of a love
and dreams that I might keep

the clock is creeping like the moon
as it descends the sky
and time is warped by destiny
when all has gone awry

the world is silent as the tomb
to stir a bleak despair
and I can only count my fears
for I am too aware

although the world is fast asleep
for sentinels of night
still someone guards the mysteries
and hope for dawn and light