childofthenight23

"she's a woman of many passions, pleaures, and pain. On some nights she dwells in the beauty of the stars and just lets her thoughts drift...as her precious child...the child of much knowledge sings her into another reality"

The Night...
she gathers up her robes of mystery and dreams
with golden drops of tears that line all it's many seams
and on her lap there sits a small and gentle child
that whispers in her ear all that is so sweet, tender and mild.

Gently rocking back and forth to a heartbeat loud and clear
together sitting in a world of stars and skies that linger dear
reminiscing of worlds far away and many ages gone by
he snuggles ever close to her and he then begins to cry.

Oh mother Night, I do fear...your heart may turn to stone
from all those nightly quests you take which lead you from your throne
searching thru eternal dreams; following the cries of pain
giving all that you have become, sometimes too much a strain.

Softly her sweet, sweet child traces thru her heavy-laden tears
that had left trails of loneliness etched on her face for many years
so lovingly he comforts her with his songs of love in the night
reminding her that love will conquer all...in its endless fight.

Together wrapped warm and safe in each others tight embrace
there is nothing but pure sweet love emulating from their face
he is her child that walks each night amidst the Night's sweet tears
he is her child of knowledge that comforts her from her many fears.

"she gazes upon the heavens in the arms of her sweet child...warm, safe, truly loved and understood...all is well with the Night...as she drifts..."

This poem is inspired and dedicated to a very special friend. Thank you so much my dear "childofthenightcry" for always sharing your love and patience and knowledge with me.

"Thank you for being such a wonderful inspiration in keeping 'Night' alive and well, she will always be greatful and full of mystery, passion, and love"