Upon The Slowest Night Poem by Seshat Nibada

Upon The Slowest Night

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Upon the slowest night, I stopped
My heart a lyric of beating poems
Because the wind would find me out
I tried to tell my hand to stop

But Beloved, I could not
Apparently with no surprise
I vowed to pen a happy flower
For dark flowers do not know

Their accidental powers
I am no assassin of beauty, no
But a lover of the higher way
That considers himself lucky

No matter fate or consequence
I measure off another day
In stanza, prayer, approving syntax
That never fails, swears, or does not forgive

What came before is no longer 'me'
I am the drifting sentence of death at the door
Upon the slowest night, I stop
In perfect pauseless monarchy

To change and kingdoms of afterwards
I give my script, to write like
A Prince of the Sun.

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