Days End

The moon shines on my sleeping head, apprising end of day
As I linger in the fragrance, of the dreams wherein I’d stay
I see the hearts great saviour, strolling into view
Behind him is the Demon, who torments me and you
The fury of the needy, then screams a last request
Upon its knees it prays, begging life to rest
Now, here come the seasons, of all that we can be
They argue in their difference, that neither of them see
Dark force disowns creation, and the place from which it came
Denying that some sons of men, love light and know its name

© Steve Bentley