The Night Of Words


an assemblage of thought,
Predicted a hint of rain

the power of words,from the darkened sky,
convey a message for a thought.

Was it not one word that launched the
words that built the world ?

out of the chaos
from a poet of the Divine, the calls,

hearing these night opera repeat these word
Again and again a drizzle of pure delight,night symposia

truthful and untainted,
The chord of life from the heart to the lips

The restless sky with psalm,
for every thing

Recalled voices of the grand poetess from the memories of men.

as the soul of a beautiful poetess in the
Infinite chaos,

The syllables of the wind.
And the panacea song of the night.

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