Night

In silent musings,
let me stray into the deep and tranquil night,
where breezes with the treetop play in melancholy plight.
The moon beams forth from the ethereal heights
and dominate the stars that to it cling.

The sky doth gleam with a million lights,
the church bells swiftly tolls its midnight ring
but tell me why the stars mischievous twinkling
and tell me why the solemn tinkling
of the church bells echoing down the lane.

Must night's grave beauty all be lost
within the shadows of its gloom?
Shall its serenity be tossed
into dark mystery's woeful tomb.

S.E.B. aka Tank

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