Dark Night

Come down on me
Poet you are my amore
Slight wind in your direction
Speeds on to eternal verses
Succour little children
To come onto me
Forgiveness granted
In Confessional experiences
Notwithstanding your advances
I seek the truth
In all circumstances
Feed the hungry
Solve poor people's sufferings
Above all be true
To those who smother you with kisses
In the afternoon
Be Gentle, Take on new views
Narrow it down
To what you can hold
In the palm of my hand
You are my man
Dark Night I seek you in your splendour

© SM Thompson 07