nocturne

But anyone who hates a brother or sister is in the darkness  
and walks around in the darkness.  They do not know where they    
are going, because the darkness has blinded them.—1 John 2:11 (NIV)    
     
for i have never welcomed night like this—    
a solid gloom, so eloquent, so sweet!    
come, swallow me into your dark abyss    
make now the stillness of my soul complete    
     
a vulnerable beacon in the light    
my nakedness attracts the rape of fate    
no virtue, standing tall and erudite,    
when babylon my neck would suffocate    
     
read me my wrongs but read also my rights    
if i may occupy my spot of earth    
esteem me well my sovereign appetite    
for privileges binding on my birth    
     
o let me melt into the arms of eve    
whence scrutiny may slay me not in spite    
let midnight angels hush me as i grieve    
and save me from the strife of black-and-white    
     
give me the sleep that soothes the savage breast    
that all my angst might swiftly dissipate    
when my divergent hopes have coalesced    
then might i learn to heal the hearts that hate    
     
© Copyright 2020 June 15    
by Clyve A. Bowen♫