Friday, October 14, 2005

A Friday Poem

Tender is the night
that brings distance to our sight
with every creeping cautious deception

Shall I compare thee
to a darkened day
O time, my misery
when hope runs away

Secure fades to fright
these deep silhouettes by night
withhold the secrets of their complexion

And I follow lies
ever told my worthless eyes
to the hollow of broken ambition

Arise wayward heart
to Justice be true
that Love hath ne'er part
nor Hope hath fled you

Tender is the night
that crouches round my faith's Light
O me, stand wise in Glory's reception

Tender is tonight!

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