Robin in the night.

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A poem about a robin who sits outside my window every night and sings me to sleep. Such a beautiful bird.

Submitted: June 30, 2017

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Robin in the Night.

 

Your song comes in the dead of night,

A chorus of notesborn upon the wind,

You  fold your wings after diving from skies of black,

The  silent world listens to your voice.

 

You sing through open windows,

Playing melodies to those who dream deep,

Singing of peace to night time wanderers,

And those lying awake and scared.

 

To those who dwell awake in dark times,

Who’s mindscrowd with unrepressable fears,

Your quavering notes bring solace and comfort,

As you give your song to the night.

 

For hours long you stay awake,

Adding your sweet melodies to the night,

Do you ever sleep,  little robin?

Who cheers you on rainy days?

 

As dawn sweeps the world you take off into its heavens,

A ghostly entity left behind in the light of day,

But when the dark hours creep in once more,

You will return, little robin,

And sooth agitation to sleep as you did before.


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