Play in the Night

                      --Michael Kwack

From two o’clock

When owls hoot

Up to four when cocks crow

Surely I will be kept awake,

To watch the secret play

Of the conscious and unconscious.

However, I will not see

The queer performance inside me

As a mere dream in the night.

If I long for better plays,

More will I wander dur...

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arches and keystone

without one they fall

life sustained by you

or I had nothing at all

skies at time of damp

arch of hues on show

feast with brittle rays

grist for my rainbow

refraction bends light

you twisted my heart

with love's pot of gold

vowed we'd not part

rainbow but an illusion

your promise the same

capricious the crescent

not ho...

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He looks out of the open window 

at the end of the street,

cold and grey it seems like melancholy 

& there she stands afar

calm and still,

like the depths of the ocean waters;

as the time slips and the 

night sky drops on this world,

the moon shines bright as ever 

envied, as it looks at her glaring eyes,

radiating without the help of another star 

like firefl...

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Nestled upon a pillow of cloud

The moon sat, big and fat

As I watched it from my garden

In a cul-de-sac

It didn't really do much

Just illuminate the sky

But, then I thought: that alone

Makes it a greater thing than I ! 

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The life is meaningless. 

Lost during the cold war.

The weather is cold. 

The road is long. 

The life is short. 

Can i really reach my destiny? 

The mountains were shaking.

Is it the devil or the angel ?

Were my eyes blinded with the obsession of Victory ?

Was it really the End.

Why ? And who ? Were the questions.

Was i falling in a endless pit?

The crows were c...

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Twinkling twilight of the night sky

Encased in your delicate stare

Holding love of two souls

Romance filling the air 

Rose petals falling slowly

Resting delicately at our feet

Wind blowing softly 

Red and white petals dancing in the street

Time stands still in those moments so dear 

A bright light shinning through the night

While a smile is cast upon your face

Expo...

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afraid of the dark

afraid of the dark

but only at night

brave during

the light of day

very brave

afraid of nothing

except a nest of

ground hornets

or poison ivy

at night he would

run in the dark

always afraid of

what was following

never thinking

about what might

be ahead

he did not want

anyone t...

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Seeing the beautiful sky,

From my dead eyes.

Wondering the beauty in the holy night,

Dark was the only colour which helps me to hide.

Hiding my sadness my sorrows my fear my cries,

Trying my best to keep the face with smile.

My hobbies,my joy, my emotions were becoming day by day a bit fewer,

Now I am just existing in the world, can't even face myself in the mirror.

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it felt off-colour from the start

somehow cold sad and needy

I was on my emotional uppers

long-time alone and seedy

bad things can happen at night

the dark covers a litany of pain

out there lurk glib wrong-doers

from stalkers to the sons of Cain

lured by your knowing eyes

I should have known better

rain was falling like stair-rods

my feet were getting wet...

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Was it true,

sleep depends on tears?

To refill the well

that had dried up by day,

Or to wet the lids, at the least,

by dreaming sad dreams,

With that tearful hope,

had the sleep come by night?

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He witnessed the rise and fall of the tides

Of the sea that seemed so milky in the moonlight.

Gloating over its graceful strides,

The rumble of the colossal sea was all he could hear that silent night.


The stars twinkled in the darkness,

And the moon in the blackness

Gazed dotingly at him and his boat,

As the decrepit carrier carted its master swiftly afloat.


How long...

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Can you hear the moon sing at night?
A distant melody from the most dulcet vocal pipes?
Have you ever nestled in her crescent bed
Like the kid in the DreamWorks emblem?
My winsome lady
Dotes on me.
Her visage,
Part amused, part exasperated.
For she knows why I've come to see her again--
To steal the roux from stars, milky and fulgent.
To hoard fragments of the night sky in my wooden ches...

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