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Shadows of the Night Across the Skies

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


Purple twilight gives way,

to the dark of night.

Out come the twinkling stars

and the moon makes way –

for the shadows of the night.

Dark clouds blown by the wind,

come whipping in,

while somewhere up high,

flashes of lightning,

light up the night.

Across the moon,

the shadows of the night,

go dancing hand in hand,

while like the sound of drums,

thunder comes rolling in.

It is a passion,

like no other that such storms provide.

Raindrops falling first one by one,

along the window pane,

like so many teardrops,

flowing down.

I see shadows,

gathering across the moon,

that still insists on shining,

while dark clouds hide it from sight.

Shadows of the night,

creep into my room,

bringing with them –

darkness and gloom.

The shadows of the night,

spread out across the skies,

doing a wild tango,

as the storm runs wild.

Outside in the night sky,

silvery mists go swirling by,

as the shadows of the night,

gather together

and the storm picks up speed.

A show of light and dark,

of quiet and the crescendo of thunder,

booming up close,

meanwhile the shadows of the night,

go dancing while still in flight.

As the first streaks of dawn,

light up the sky,

the storm fast receding,

the shadows of the night,

like wisps of dark smoke,

slowly disappear,

until the night –

comes riding in once more.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee

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