Night Give me the night of a thousand suns! Give me the darkness the tiger shuns! Deep in the forest with a cloak of stars My spirit slips by the sleeping guards And steals a chalice of the Milky Way From the obscuring sight of a blinded day. When night is deep upon the land, And the half-light is cloven at the Master's command, Her hand that rests lightly on my brow Releases my mind from the here and now, And with songs which echo through my inmost soul She sets my heart on a skyward stroll. The night is the playground of my dreams Whose subtle dawn the morning gleans, For at night my Beloved's hand unfurls The intimations of other worlds. As images latent on my soul, Mystic emanations manifold Burn through the fears of the shadow's den To the universe which lies within. back home next

Copyright 1969, 1980, 1997, Kim Bowers; All rights reserved

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