Hasan Ali - Blessed is The Night

Blessed is the night
for it darkens all that is beautiful
all that is bright
Till all that can be seen
is all that is in between
self. O! How I feel so
without, longing for
the obscure, at times
the obscene and yet never
anything that can be elucidated
with words or illustrated.
There is no-one, I hear nothing
but the sound of my own breathing
There is I nothing, I feel nothing
but the tick of my heart beating
Without you, O darkness,
how could I ever see,
anything but the beautiful?
Without you, cold night
how could I ever sense
anything but the dutiful?
Not now, not tomorrow,
not even the day I die,
will I ever be able to escape you,
detested night.

Hasan Ali

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