Monday 25 July 2016

A night

A day and a night
A day of splendorous sunlight
A warm winters' cold
A night of mystery unfolds
A darkness pierced by stars
No Moon in the dark
Streetlights cold and white
A warm winters' night
A cigarette between my fingers
The smoke lingers on my lips
A quiet puff to befit
A warm winter evening
Family wake and go to toilet
Talking gentle and quiet
A room with air conditioning
A warm refuge. God willing.
And God has a place
to still and rest. Good Grace.
For the work of the day
is at hand. What a way
to spend a life
Looking for a good wife
One pleasing to the eye
A gentle soul and softly spoken
A lover in the night when she is woken
.

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