I see the night

I see the night
For Tom Leech

I see the night coming silent as moonbeams,
not across the face of the sea,
nor along the haggard brows of mountains
but closely,
found in my thoughts of you.

I see the star pausing at it's height,
not above the birth of a saviour,
nor pulsing, nor flowering at night time
but starkly,
among our withering faces.

And I feel your heart friend, dearly,
not in the memory of madnesses,
nor quickly, nor fleeting in fancy
but fiercely,
found in a furnace of dreams.
Categorized as Poems

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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