good riddance to the longest night
with its moon in haze and stars in plight
with its chill to bone, of needle fingers
burning heart and white that lingers
yes, take your heed, o night of guile
when even music froze a while
in dullness brought as sombre mind
for time was staid, ‘twas so unkind
yet seemly might be thought your still
a photograph of all, a will
bequeathing somnolescence, purity
a clarity for all to see
‘tis pity, now we see the sight
the beauty in the longest night
©HeyHey 2013 (meant for the 21st Dec, but they come when they come)
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