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NIGHT
Night, at times, hoots like an owl,
Perched upon a hidden tree;
Only its doleful voice is heard,
Like a signal from a stealthy thief.
Night sometimes looks like a black veil,
Giving cover to evil and mischief,
Sometimes night is pure solace,
like a soothing balm that gives relief.
Night for some is many things:
For some it is a time to sleep,
For some it is a time to weep,
For some it is a time to pray,
For some it is a time to play,
For some it is just darkness,
For some its mystery is quite deep.
For lovers night is a time of pain,
For worshipers it is a time -- to seize,
When communion is sought with the Beloved,
Lighting the heart with sublime peace.
