Night is Closing in on Me

Night is closing in on me,
He envelops me within his darkling cape.
He’s closing off the daytime frights
And bringing on the night’s delights.

Such dreams as I do dream on!
If only I could remember them,
Such plans that gel in sleep.
And if I could, these dreams I’d keep.

Night is closing in on me.
Why do I put up such a fight?
Why do I fear the night time?
Is’t why my life won’t rhyme?

Perhaps it’s best to ride the waves
Of setting sun and kiss the moon
As she manoeuvres tides,
And find the golden prize she hides.

Perhaps the sparkling morn will bring
The answer to my life’s most puzz’ling thing.
But I thank God there is a night
To feature all the stars so bright.

The stars they do spark up the mind,
Fill it with such imagination’s
Bounty, from which to pick the flow’rs
That give the minds its super pow’rs.

Yes, the night is closing in on me.
I will embrace his velvet touch
And rest my weary bones the while
With which to embrace the day with style.

H. W. Bryce

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Good night, sweet love. 
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