The stars come out , punctuating the drapes for the silent theater ;
Of the coming night-time unscripted drama
As the night she spreads her scrolls of human frailties
And untold tidings of a day yet unborn ,
All across the hemisphere of nightfall hue
Just across the dimming bay
Where warm air rises to meet the cooler
The sea fog forms in bilious clouds
And here are captured all our day long felonies, and frailties.
Swirling in the miasma as it rises
Here these deceptions lurk like ethereal noxious vapours
There in the deepest dark;
Sliced as with a scimitar , only by the silent gliding gannet wing.
And all our perfidies are safe with her
But they coalesce into the unseen perilous boulders
To ensnare the souls departed , yet not arrived ,
And which may founder , in their lost wanderings;
Where no light- house guides their way
And a thousand fiendish sirens call them out
To their silent wave-less , strand- less Seas
More eyes peer out the dark as it descends
Blinking at the passing livid clouds
Laden with doubt, deceit and deceptions, of the day.
And the soul of the night sky encrypts every one
And wearily enters each as a sad nocturne;
On the scroll of the unfolded the night
All the lies freshly today told
The betrayals this day wrought ;
The theft of mind , of soul and sense; of every human recourse,
Drift without remorse , till the vapours disperse these demons
And the daylight lifts the curtain of the drama
And the un-arrived souls can swoon on the gilded gannet wings again
And drift untroubled in the skies till they find their destiny
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