Night Vigil

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December 19, 2010
The vigil continues
As shadows lengthen into nothingness
And new sounds from the nightmaster’s jukebox
Filter in through the air

Calling for some ritual
Long forgotten by Day
Guarded under moth and owl
Keepers of the secret way
What wordless magic shimmers
Grey against this black backdrop?
Luring frail and wayward hearts
Into nets woven of the forbidden

Deeper ecstasies; a new fantasy
The lonely sighs of a broken heart
Quiet gasps of laughter
All offerings at a sacred fire

The fumes from their Sabbath
Fashioned into a heady brew
Bottled madness and liquid sanity
Poison and antidote coupled

The vigil continues
And I watch the stars come out
Pinpricks of hope
In a vast night of hate
Avenging angels bent
On a celestial mission for Love

The night rain falls
In stinging droplets upon my face
Mingling with the tears
Of a hundred hopeless nights
With the piercing silence
Of a screaming heart

Fears that ride the vast grey clouds
These gremlins from a private world
Children of the night; their feet
Pattering in an endless dance
Around passion’s dying flames

The winds of change in my hair
In my ears a message from afar
Of hope and love
Of this too shall pass
A new sun dawn in magic dissolving
In light’s enigmatic smile
And clouds across the horizon

Forward, as with new wings spread
Face to face with destiny
I soar into the future
And leave the night behind

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