Spirits of the Night

 by Bruce Boston 

When the night is dark and stars fill the sky,
And the air is cold, the moon full and high,
Riders pass on by who move like the wind,
Carrying the soul of all that has been,
And they keep riding to the dawn.

When we are asleep and warm in our beds,
Spirits of the night move through our heads,
Images and forms the unconscious breeds,
Fashioned from the depth of unholy needs,
And we keep dreaming until dawn.

When the sun is high and light fills the air,
Shadows of the night are lost in the glare.
Deep in our minds there still run those streams,
Currents dark and swift just like in our dreams,
And they keep flowing past the dawn.

Spirits of the night, keep our trail bright,
Guide us from the darkness, light our way.
We are children now, and forever more,
Cast down in the rush of history's play,
Living as we can from dark to dawn.

 

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