O’ Night! Sad looking down ‘pon me —
The moon outshines the sulking stars,
Yet what is light that cannot be? —
A melancholic feeling mars
Emotions — those we cannot see.

O’ Night! You come with dark delight —
With setting sun, be gone the day,
Old Time prefers to pass the fight
To soft sensations left to play —
A victory for you O’ Night!

O’ Night! You bring sweet sleep to all,
The perfect lover, blessèd rest,
With Slumber seeking, dreams to call,
A mind succumbs — a welcomed guest
O’ Night — this coming day forestall!

Ferrick Gray
© 2019