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Should the summer sun break the night
and rise silently in the eastern sky;
bringing hues of reds and golds,
peeking through the trees and folds
of leaves,
then I shall be there
in the morning,
when the birds cry
their morning-warning.
And sitting on the deck
in the New Light
I shall watch the summer sun
break my night.
Hope of day begins.
anthony forrest
Look not long into darkness
For the light will rise
And rise boldly to the top
full and rich
Taste and savor every drop
And miss not out on this life
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Walk on path at night
Flashlight glow
Nightlight tunnel of trees
Hanging low
Blue shines silver shadows
Dance in play (or perhaps)
Fight in battles
Of night things and ghouls
Ghost-y eyes like jewels
Flicker flashlight hand-torch
Scorch
The night awake
Scatter creatures and make them hide
From all light
And eyes
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Turn and stare on the land at all the
Night-scenes that were once unseen
But now marked clean with the silver sheen
Of the rays of moon light and the night-sight
Guiding wandering feet on paths unhidden
By the white-grey moon-spray
Spraying down on a
Sleeping ground
Stop.
Turn around.
See secrets revealed and pealed
Back by the moon shining
Back the black
Of the night giving sight to all
Still.
Awake.
anthony forrest
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