The Eyes Of Night

She collects each sob and tear

tossed on the baneful breezes of sorrow,

for she is the goddess who holds

the eyes of night,

those mental spheres of inner sight

where fantasy’s world’s reside.

 

Across the dark endless sky

her ethereal wings silently soar

while she listens to each cry

then showers her dream spell dust

upon each wounded heart,

gently ferrying them

by a enchanted zephyr wind

unto the places that mind imagine,

which swirl in that crystalline globe

formed in the sleeping soul.

 

For a while love floats the slumbering spirit

to the charmed celestial terraces

that summon the soothing kisses in serenity

so what burden in dark despair

is slowly stained with magical mist in calm

and in that realm the heart is given hope

softly caressed about its every sadness

by in the morning there remains

a sense of anticipation to replace the emptiness.

 

Each eve she gently helps so many

who never are aware of her blessings

until the time comes when the heart ceases to beat.

Unto the moment she brings her special power

forever guiding that life

far beyond any pain

as dreams finally become the person’s eternal paradise.