While the creeping nighttime darkness
slinks round like a prowling panther,
blending coal blackness with the sky,
parades of thoughts begin to fly.
My mind’s eye it feels so cluttered
running fast as nighttime ages.
Trapped within folds of velvet black,
there’s a steady rumple attack.
Flashing quickly across my mind,
explosions draped in raven skin.
A mirror to the sky’s dark hue,
as ramped as the wind askew.
Stilled by the morning’s early glow,
my mind lies in serene day-dreams,
Once again the ebony sun
awakes my thoughts into a run.
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What is it about the night, it sure does creep up on us like a panther, we should want these ramped thoughts to be devoured, yet there is the hope of seeing light again when the morn comes, a new day has dawned the moment we trust. This has marvelous impact, so true. Excellent. Blessings.
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