adamdaniel

While Night Birds Lonely Croon

The moon is shrouded over,
The lake is silver light,
Reflections play in soft display,
Glancing spry towards the sky — hypnotic in the night.

The vines present as shadow,
As dainty silhouettes,
The crystal moon will see me soon,
And then my fear will disappear,
It flares like flame, a silent shame — while night birds lonely croon.

I contemplate my sorrow,
And yearn for love to bloom,
So many hours this pain devours,
It’s maudlin tears this demon rears — so wretched in the gloom.

I see into the distance,
I hear the wind, a ghost,
It whispers true in twilight blue,
Comforting this pain I bring — it’s nature soothes me most.

I smell a moisture rising,
With pregnant clouds above,
Conducting rain from o’er the main,
With water sprites from cloudy heights — a deluge spilled with love.

I speak in tiny whispers,
I speak unto the Lord,
The Paraclete here at my seat,
The holy ghost I’ll praise and toast — with Jesus Christ adored.

My shawl is red as scarlet,
As red as Jesus’ blood,
Pray help me win the death of sin,
Pray take my chains here when it rains — and bring thy kingdom in.

ADL