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Few things eclipse
the coming of night.

A cessation of noise
is the first
and finest unfolding;
the noise of the sun,
the incessant howling
of that radiation storm,
an interference
and an insult to my senses
which are finely tuned
and made for night.

As the sun recedes,
so does the noise recede;
and then, behind the veil
that thins and thins again,
I can perceive
the first strands
of the song –
the first strands
are the ocean pulses,
stars and beings,
all around, above,
below and deep beneath me,
singing as they are,
the song of life itself,
the song of time
and unbound freedom, flight
immeasurable and immense,
star children as we are,
and trapped here
in the realms of day
that cuts the chord
and the connection
to the beauty of it all,
to the beauty in my soul.

But now, the night is coming.

Hushed whispers,
radiance recedes
and now, I come to life;
I can emerge,
unfold my wings
of regal hues,
of blue and black
and as the last rays of the dying sun,
blood red, now fall and falter
and the endless beauty,
splendour now arises all around,
so do I rise, so do I wake,
so do I fly.

SFX 2005

Submitted by drak47, from the Metasong Vampire Poems Index