No Stopping Night

The shore is tumult

where I rest a head

formed in the tide’s

sinews life has lead.

Dark lasts so long it

consumes most days.

No children frolick

on shores smile play.

It is the way of most

realities we do face

that we do what we

must face our place.

Where cold rolls in

to consume the night

we breathe what can;

defeat defeated plight.

The harsh undertones

found in most motives

strike us sharp rocks

cut into our devotions.

Beauty still can be had

by the makers of tunes

to strengthen broken

pieces lit under moon.

The night we fight call

the scene so serene all

kindness spread build

before night does fall.

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