Either at dusk or at dawn,
all hues of emotion rise from the moon.
Though tomorrows cast a spell on our shadows,
life will be beautified by poem-hearted fellows.
Take the night; see how eloquently it wears in black,
and conceive of the beloved of whom there lies a distinct lack.
But the light’s hands lead you to a sighing sight
When your heart manages to separate black from white.
......
Either at dusk or at dawn,
all hues of emotion rise from the moon.
Though tomorrows cast a spell on our shadows,
life will be beautified by poem-hearted fellows.
Take the night; see how eloquently it wears in black,
and conceive of the beloved of whom there lies a distinct lack.
But the light’s hands lead you to a sighing sight
When your heart manages to separate black from white.
......