Strings of the Night by Victor Sea

The strings of the night under the moon A sensitive nightingale touched. Invisible in time with the surf, In the bowstring of tight branches. The night looks with a camel's eye. It bares the damp foliage. If only I could finish at once With this night on the bridge. On the bridge of the dawn glow And blazing with hope. Behind the fire pit from the barn, Behind the haven of the ignorant. Let her tulips burn And not hide in secret places - Casts of stars, the wound of the universe In their tender fists. Let the folds of the night burn, Where the fireflies have gathered; The fences of days that have died down; Wreaths of erased memory. Let everything that is sweet burn - I stir up the coals of the night. All that the heart has tired of - Ashes to the stars I raise. And fly after the fireflies These dark verses. Up - like night moths, Weightless and quiet. Past the dozing archons. Through the smoking lilac. Expands the horizons Beyond the bridge the growing day. Victor © Sea

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