Alone at Night, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Alone at Night

Alone at Night

This late pacific night is flat and dark
The many guiding stars have lost their glow
Even the nightingale withholds remark
Appears all life ceased until tomorrow

There’s certain pleasure in a sightless night
Life’s confusing labyrinth made to yield
Its many paths made straight within your sight
Discovering ways that wounds can be healed

In the darkness let your mind be your eye
To the sea’s cold crushing depths let it dive
To the unconquered mountains let it fly
In this compelling world learn to survive

Thoughts this night created must guide your life
Left to another there’s apt to be strife

 

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