And The Night

and old poem I have fallen in love with suddenly,,,,


…And the night, far away from home
Still feels the same, dark and empty,
Foamy clouds gliding on the wind.
Yet when the eerie moon comes out
Casting shadows along the ground
The world seems unknown all around,
So different from yesterday.
But yesterdays are gone and dead,
Long entombed beneath the tears shed,
Though from time to time coming back
Like ghosts, visiting us in dreams.
Then with the sun on prowl, the day
Contrasting more prominently
The forms though the ideas within
Remaining the same as they were
Last night and on the day before…

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