The night stealeth away


like a thief in the dark.

it creapeth away tentatively

with all my dreams stashed away

in its bag.

the night crawleth by

my pain and my sorrow it drags along.

The night is no song

and I am no choir but

how it does sing my longing out

for the dreaming world I fathom not!

awaiting it vigil I sit still

when the bubbly sun begins to bear

when the morn is born

my tears wont scald no more

and my shredded soul by its rays will be sewn

the night will be sripped powerless

and the dark wont hold piercing blue cries

for thee