Sweet night, wake me when the day is done for
So I could plunge into your arms and soar;
The clouds are swagging across your murky dress—
Their myriad crimes they wouldn't confess!
Least of them on rainbow and her embezzled gold,
Now en route to some island with treasures untold...
Your domain is one where dreams roam free
But do wake me, or yield to this ransacking spree!
Saturday, January 05, 2008
"A Case of Night"
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