The Eternal Night Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

The sun has yet to know the sky
but its kisses litter the black.
What a spectacle, moon's blue eye,
in favor of what day's come to lack:

peace under a blanket of mist,
swirling in the breeze
as it curls and twists
for the weary's ease.

Oh time, melt your gaze,
turn night into day,
set the sky ablaze,
wake that morning jay.

Oh fragrance - so sweet,
brush against my cheeks,
drift with me to sleep
to find the peace that we seek.
- Samuel Richard Leonard