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The night is mine

Tonight, the night is mine to own, to hold

To walk with

To talk with

To share with nobody

To argue and to party

To laugh with and to parley

To parry thrust and take a

Chance with

The night I have possessed

And strolled under leaden skies

With polka dot spots

Holding it close to my chest

 

You see the night is mine

And when it is finished

When it has done all that it can

I place it in my pocket

And tell no one

That it is mine

My secret

My friend my companion brother and cousin

Twice removed

In moments of displeasure

Thrown into the fire

Then quickly retrieved

Dusted down and cleaned

According to my mood

 

The night is mine

For the hours it is out

Among the stalking lights

And the drab and dying sulking sun

I needed no more

No one

Until you came along

And now it is you and I and the night

Of a thousand lovers

Under the dark blue tinged

And lazy sky

So now we two are one with another

One with the night

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Martin Elder

Mon 5th Aug 2024 12:13

Thanks to everybody for all the likes and for your comments Manish, much appreciated.

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Manish Singh Rajput

Thu 11th Jul 2024 17:53

The night always gives a certain mood and inspiration for us poets to write. I've myself written a few about the beauty and mystery of the night and this surely goes into my favourites. Loved it, Martin.

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