# *yet The Night Sleeps*#

it is yet night deep I have to close my eyes now For the next day's coffee And a few spoons of dream May be sweet or sour that happens to happen By the rucks of joy or ricks of anger till sun comes to its usual repose the patterned by the light and shadow as we do feel happiness and sorrow across the life and death spatial when day is not far off from the dark clock still reads the carvings by the path green meadow when mellowed by its beauty green on the canvas eyes when transfixed by the desire passion yet half opened by the colors night when breaths by deep wilderness, hours when slowly melt into the galore of tonight heart when unconquered by the thirst