The Night

The night sky beams clear and blue
Void of the dark clouds of a rainy hue
The land stars gleam beyond my reach
A stable twinkle is what I can see
The moon seats and rules from its mighty throne
But for the dreary darkness it could not atone
The night wind picks up in a stormy whirl
With a chilling numbness of an unspoken why
The silence rings and dings in a loud voice
The crickets leaps and sings in a wordless song
The body fight the soul to die in sleep
The spirit grasp the end to be awake and lead
The night time is cold and dead to the works of men
But morning cometh slowly as a trying test
And behind the Shadows the night goes rest
For the light has come to take up what’s left