The Night of Yesterday

By Gordon 

The darkest night is my closest friend, she is my belonging, my companion

I feel her embrace, let her enfold me, fade away

Listen to the silence of illusion; reality lost again

Depths of night calling to me, soft ebony shades, whisper my name

Stood in splendid isolation; transmission gone astray

Waiting for midnights sweet chill breath; obligatory confusion

Touch the darkness of cracked emotions; expected foreboding

Accept the night is almost over; compassionate words spoken

Reconcile now the warm light of dawn; sanity broken

Online October 2021

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