Poem -

Mark Well the Purpose of Night

Take note,
and mark well
the stillness
of night my love ..
Hark, as it
carries the sound
of our ghosts
as they do laugh
and they
dance together
upon the surface
of water,
like sunlight, yet
ten times more
invisible
to the naked eye
and even
more silent than
your unspoken
thoughts
would have us
imagine ..
And fear not
those, who would
otherwise
devour us for it also
serves to hide us
amongst
its many folds ..
So pray
take note and mark
well,
the goodness
and the purpose 
of it ..
While also 
allowing us to dream ..

 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

really cool write Neville! enjoyed!..................................................................Jim

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Neville

Thank you kindly my friend, always welcome and muchly appreciated Jim :) 

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Being Me

Liked, 5 stars and pinned! There's something so different about the night xx

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Neville

Wow, thanks again my friend, how very kind .. There is indeed something about the night isn't there something very ... xx

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