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THE SKIES of NIGHT WHEN MOST ARE ASLEEP
THE SKIES of NIGHT WHEN MOST ARE ASLEEP
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TomZart
2/10/09
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NIGHT
The skies of night have a thousand eyes
Where the skies of day have but one.
Night's black mantle covers us all
With the setting of the sun.
He who shares stars with a woman
Will have happiness at night.
Mixed with hugs and words of love
Their future together is bright.
Late at night, when most are asleep
And dream of another day
Those who stare at God's moon
May say ?thank you? as they pray.
So, let us drink the wine of night
And feast on the silence of stars
While earth is bathed in holy light
And seen without its scars.
THE MOON
For thousands of years man has wondered
How the moon came into being.
As we look up at its ghostly glow
We can't help but feel what we're seeing.
King David watched his beloved Bathsheba
While she bathed in the moonlight so bright.
He fell in love and had to possess her
Then sent her husband to die in a fight.
The moon itself has shown to be lifeless
Though it enhances the beauty of the dark.
The daily rise and fall of the oceans waters
Have followed the moon since before Noah?s Ark.
From the very first time man took refused
And peered out at the moon in the night.
Acts of love, lust, hate and human sorrow
Have been committed in the presence of its light.
I don't care if man has walked the moon
For most, it retains its mystic power
So turn off the TV and go forth in the night
And partake its beauty regardless of hour.
STARS
Heaven's stars are the works of God
The scriptures of His night sky.
After sunsets golden-red glow
They 're there to captivate the eye.
No one can see beneath their feet
As heaven's pearls ignite their souls.
To be as one with their Maker
Is the highest of human goals.
Blessed be the candies of night
Which guide the sailors at sea.
Bathing earth with their soft glow
For all who love them, as we!
TWILIGHT
Twilight skies turn orange, pink and gray
As the stars watch the dying day.
The winds of night now stir the breeze
While most birds roost in bushes or trees.
The fireflies glide above the grass
As bullfrogs sing to torment bass.
Soon the moon will circle high
Beneath its cape of star-filled sky.
The twilight is first evening's bell
A time of peace when all is well.
Another day has come and gone
Not to return until the dawn.
By Conservative Poet
Tom Zart
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