poem submission by Katusiime Jeresi

[SIIME JERESI]

The Night.

The night stealeth away

Slowly

like a thief in the dark.

it creepeth away tentatively 

with all my dreams stashed away

in its bag.

the night crawleth by

my pain and my sorrow it drags along. 

The night is no choir 

and I am no song but 

how it does sing my longing out 

for the dreaming world I fathom not! 

Awaiting its vigil I sit still

so that

when the bubbly sun begins to peer

when the morn is born 

my tears wont scald no more

and my shredded soul by its rays will be sewn

the night will be stripped powerless

and the dark wont hold piercing blue cries 

for thy ear