Night's Conclusion

I watched them dance on a liquid lawn
stars of that dark hour just before dawn
riding a tide.

This tide consumed me with its vaporous breath
and its too moist kiss of life and death
so unsatisfied

That it drained my soul till I could hardly feel
it submerge my throne, yet I dared not reveal
my illusion.

So I left my rock bed to watch from the shore
the mouth of the horizon part in welcome. Once more
night's conclusion.

by Mary Kennedy Simpson

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