Subject: In the Shadows of Night
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
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Date: Wed Oct 8, 1997 at 1:35PM

In the Shadows of Night 


There are some - who only come alive after dark
Their mystery is revealed after the sound of the larks
- Has evaporated, and the birds have taken their refuge
Away from the hubbub of day's activity as they lose

Sight of their objectives which they had felt so well
And make their way to their nests - above groundswell
Their compatriots down below of human dimension
Start singing their own songs filled with much tension

For they saw and heard the sounds the larks did make
And wanted to be part of the vision which did shake
Their very soul with its melodious tones and harmony
They began to climb aboard the train on a ride of glee

And then the vision crumbled into separate parts
For the tune they heard was no longer from the lark
It became a thorn which jammed into their side
And so they ran away to their shelter so to hide

And then when asked to explain what made them
They hoo'd and hah'd and pretended it was the stem
Of the thorn, and not really the thorn's very point
For they did not want to accept they could not anoint

The flower which had blossomed within their heart
Because the petals had been damaged at the start
And so their pride would not let them merge still
For the register was too full, along with the till

From which spilled out the contents in broken coins
Some were old and rusty ... some also were purloined
They had been stored there from so many past hurts
They chose to keep them there to remind of spurts

Of injustice - which they felt were being repeated
In distorted new songs which they saw now cheated
Their mind - when in fact - the music was quite clear
If only they listened carefully and held it near and dear

For the larks sing clearly and sweetly during the day
All one has to do - is listen and enjoy the sweet way
The birds do chirp and warble and flutter their wings
For they do not sense any tension as they do sing

Listen ... the next time you walk under sunlight
And consider carefully the songs quite bright
Many of them are wondrous in their purity
They do not have the human's insecurity

All they care about is food, shelter and love
Which they give each other for life, well above
The broken visions which people do promise
With good intent at the moment of solace

But when the lark flies home to its nest
And daylight evaporates, they are blessed
Because all they need then is the warmth
Whilst we of the human race do each other
scorn ...

Copyright by Christopher W. Thomas
6:30pm October 7th, 1997