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The Life of Night

When the sun sets and ends the day,
Another life living and on the way,
The night a mysterious time,
Full of magic and some things divine,

The moon a crescent of white,
Fireflies coming to bear their light,
The owl presiding over the dark,
Nothing making a single mark,

Moonflowers bloom all around,
A rare beauty to be found,
Water, a silvery sheen,
This new life seen only by the keen.

On the unlit streets of this ragged night
The beams of the moon hit me just right
They show me the way to have fun
The kind you cannot have in the sun

The ladies are all dressed in black
All the ladies have the right knack
I go to where the moon never shines
At night we always play outside the lines

My feet find their way to the river's edge;
spanning its waters is an old stone bridge.
I walk to its midpoint and sit on the wall
here--all is darkness--and darkness--is all.

til across from me comes a soft click--
a lighter is lit. A flame on its wick
lights the face of a woman igniting a smoke--
who says to me gentle...here--have a toke.

Her breath is warm and whispery
filled with the sweetest smoke
Her hand is soft and feels to me
sweaty as I hold the toke

The moon is silver against the black
I can barely see her face
I fumble as I hand the joint back
she's looking off into space

The stars trace patterns in the sky
make zodiacal themes
I catch the glimmer in her eye
we make love next to the stream

The night took on a life so different
From then we were magnificent
A feeling so warm we would share
Mary Jane, in our under-ware

Our love so intense and strong
Every night we played the same song
Life of night was rhythm - embrace
Ole Mary Jane helped us keep pace

Song of the River and rustle of leaves
Cacophony of the insects that cry
Give counterpoint to the way that we breathe
Entangled in love beneath this dark sky

I’ll meet you in thicket, meadow, or glade
Under Luna’s indifferent eyes
Intoxication from blue plumes of smoke that we made
Expressed in the sweetest symphony of sighs

Wrapped only in a cloak of smoke
Stars dripping like candle wax
Across our sweat soaked skin
Taking each other in again and again

A lone cloud covers the moon
As if to keep our tryst unknown
Only the night knows who we've done
And where we've been

As I laid in my lover’s arm, reminiscing the moment
My mystery lover, I met only at night
Into a world of no fear or fright
Our souls connect within our hearts and light

The time passed by with no care in the world
Under the moonlight of passion untold
The telepathy of our minds longed to let this moment last
Never escape the life at the night

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This poem has been written in the workshop titled Collaborative Poetry Workshop #6. Participants include Dystopia, Depressed1, Alan Abrams, Geezer, Mark, Rosewood Apothecary, RoseBlack and Warrior Princess
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