Night MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   I sit,

balanced on the edge of reality, as

Night wraps his warm cloak

around my shoulders, and

runs his gently whispering fingers

through my hair.

His breath is soft on my cheek,

his many eyes reflected in mine

as I turn my face up

toward the heavens.

He parts the filmy curtain

that separates our worlds

and I slip silently through

awed by the splendors

of his mysterious kingdom.

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on Jan. 18 2011 at 8:40 pm
CoOKiEz83 BRONZE, Apopka, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
Live life as if you would die tomorrow.

very good, i like the ending you wrote it very well :)


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