Night Spirits

Come Spirits of the night,
Unfetter my bonds.
Let me roam the woodlots,
Dance in a moon lighted glen
Run and frolic as when a child.
Let me revel in the freedom
Of the days I once knew.
Let me taste again the
Midnight dew nestling on the leaves
Feel a moonbeam strike my palm -
Bathe in the melody of a night bird.
Race the fingerlets of dawn
As they softly herald the
Birthing of a bright new day.

by John E. Milam

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