Nyctophile

The night is my comrade

While the sun slumbers,

I find concord in gazing at the stars,

and the tempting  golden moon.

A smile slips through my edges

As my mind and body marvels off.

The sound of silence deafens me

As the cold wind touches my skin.

Oh, I find love in this shadowy place,

it stretches my faith and courage.

 

Copyright © 2017

Anabel Geneta-Raymundo

                                                     

 

 

 

 

 

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