Of All The Nights Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Of All The Nights



Of all the nights
This year
This night

The dark pit
Opens
Sump of a decrepit
Sunset
Gathering orange
Clouds.

The lone chapel
Bell rings
Tolls
Vespers done
The clouds soar
Slow
Beginning of a storm
Narrow roads
Country and
Winding
Stars eyes
Of the night
That weeps:
Waters
Twilight and
Muddy now
But
Clean
In the
Moon's light.

Thursday, September 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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