Oh cold, cruel Night, your ice-white moon
Heaven's lamp among the frozen stars,
Whose scents of April flowers are a kiss
Drawing memories from history's veins
Like a remedy for the serpent's bite;
You are Winter's last defiance,
Hurled forward through my days,
From darkest, coldest Then to Now,
Above green blades that banished
The malevolence of a once-frosted earth
Even as they pierced Spring's clays.
Quiet your bellows and still your rage,
Gasp your last and loneliest surrender,
Put away those blades with which
You knife blessed Morning:
Those silently forged daggers that
Glint in first light's rays and sabotage
The promise of the magnificent dawn.
Be gone, cruel Night, and know
I'll dance tomorrow with glorious Day.
20th April 2015
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
