The night whispers softly, where men stop to
die,
Her voice echoes the entry, of new born baby´s
cry,
Enveloping the dreamers, in mantled moonlit
beams,
Closing tightly, around the desperate unheard
screams.
The night tosses wishing-stars, into lovers
waiting eyes,
As coins of Angel´s wishes falling, from dark
midnight skies,
She tiptoes over satin fields & through
quiet forest Groves,
And she kisses in new dawn, upon soft petal´s
dewy toes.
The whispering night goes waltzing, & dancing
into day,
Upon her silken voice, the treetops, gently
start to sway,
Softly touching all on earth, within her ebon
velvet wake,
Sighing as she leaves, “Time now to awake, awake,
awake.”
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