come, night... <br />night of the holy, <br />open arms outstretched, <br />wrapping all that hurts <br />and burns in cooling blackness. <br />come, night, <br />night of the candle lit, <br />of the curtains blown, <br />of the silent whispers. <br />come, night, <br />night of the glass upturned, <br />of the laughter of comrades, <br />of the talking of the eyes. <br />come, night, <br />night of the bodies wrapped, <br />the tongues electric, <br />the hardness and the wetness. <br />come, night, <br />night of quiet reflection, <br />of soulful introspection, <br />of prayer beyond words. <br />come, night, <br />night of sleep eternal, <br />of the wind that leaves the body, <br />and searches the depths of emptiness. <br />come, night... <br />let us walk!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-night/
