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"Night"
by Jeph Johnson
As the sun sets they all debut
And play a game that's a prelude;
Called waiting for the morning dew.
They start out as a scattered few
And then align to make a new
Luminescent magnitude.
Brightly they all rendezvous
As the sky turns to black from blue
And so appears a harvest moon
That sets the tides, not just the mood
And who's light beams down into our room.
God's hand is set to introduce
To us a glimpse into nature's clues
Through daylight's lasting residue
And sultry fragrance of perfume
And other secrets no one knew
Even ones thought of as taboo
Now it seems we've no excuse
So I must give my gratitude
And stop awhile and be with you.
