NIGHT

How gloomy is contrition? How deep? Compared to a deep dark night, this poem is essentially about contrition...

A haiku...

Night

Darker than black
The depths of night
Night of contrition
-Mx

THE MILIEU

An evening with brazen sunset gold
A lore a fable a prophecy foretold
A night new, pretty, pretty precariously stretched
Torn by the glow of a moon so roughly etched
By counts of dreams that came and would
Wipe the blackboard clean so chalks could
Write and draw and sketch and make
The night is dark before sun would take
Suck away darkness with a single ray
As night goes deeper, there comes a day
A silver figment of a fanciful flight
An idea amazing so full of delight

Are often incepted
in the wombs of nights dark
The dreams of light

Unseen
Until the sun is afar
The stars at night
-Mx

Gypsy

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