Long is the night
Thick is the darkness
In the peaceful quiet
Of a well-deserved repose
After another day of life
Or so it seems —–

But woe to that wondering soul
That knows no rest
Even in the kingdom of dark
Woe to the tortured heart
That pulses high
Intruding in the peaceful silence of the night.
Woe to the restless mind
That respects not even
The consuming majesty of the night
Grief upon grief
Thought evoking thought

As a restive evening dies out
Ushering in another day of life
With its sleepless night ……

_____________ 1967

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