A Prayer


Oh, hush thee – I think

It is over – the sweet and the bitter

My tears more softly than

The dew is shed

The darkness all over comes at last

The power of the storm , rises dark

Rapture mingled with fear

By sins deepening stain

I dread not the gloom

I feel it is over

Gray twilight comes and

Silence and delicious emptiness

The pale moon soars on high

And the cold stars blossom

Shining nowhere but in the dark

And my sad thoughts linger

What mysteries lie beyond my dust

Where neither passions come, nor woes

Oh, hush thee

I know it is over

And last sigh – a prayer

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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