Sweet Sickly Night

Sweet sickly night,
A flight from home,
To clearer skies,
That break apart.
And sunlight borne from naught,
Will rise,
A revelation in,
The ignorance of men.
From shallow slumber to harried life; linger,
And stretch to penetrate the sky,
Away away from the cold embrace of night,
That blinds with faith and fear,
And escape is dreamt in vain.
To flee to a time,
When lucence lingers; falters, fades,
And our vigil at the close,
Futile prayers on nascent lips say,
Sweet sober night,
Be my light.


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