Moon Gate
Why do
you fight sleep, it nourishes your keep
That
penchant for darkness that illuminates enchantment
But it
tastes so sweet and energizes
All
asleep except those, the night’s our domain
Listen to
that special silence
We have
the ears of the gods and their vigilance
They
smile in the darkness like a naked temptress
The arts
are safe when the night’s in evening dress
This
time, circadian rhythm rhyme
Pulse of
the night, the beginning of the day
Perhaps
you must be one of those unafraid
For at night
you’re Nightmare’s Kincaid
Hear the
music that embraces your soul
The
resonance of which you are, the whole
How
fortunate not to be the visceral
Happiness
begins in the cerebral
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