Let not the night mourn in despair
As darkness snuffs out the flame
Of yellow ochre stains that streak
Across turquoise painted skies.
Let not the silence hold her breath
As wispy clouds circle a silver moon.
Howling dogs call out our names
And so our wild hearts sigh.
Let not the inky blackness swallow me whole
For the night is dark, darker than it was yesterday.
The stars are hidden, far away from all light.
I strain my eyes to make out my path.
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