When the Night Comes Riding In

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As the curtain of night falls

come the sounds of voices

from far away

biding one another good-night

the road is quiet and still

stretching past houses and fields

even the river now flowing much slower

like a black ribbon stretching onward

waiting for the moon above

to make a silvery path

the rush of day is over

no more sounds of footsteps

quietly the day draws away

a lone whippoorwill

sits listening to the stillness

and begins its nighttime serenade

the wind softly whispers

through the shadowy trees

and clouds drift across the sky

so different so mysterious

is the nighttime

when it comes calling

there is a kind of beauty

with thoughts of a giant paint brush

coloring the sky in black

and yet, I know

that somewhere the sun is shining

but I am content to let the night soothe me

like a song with words forgotten

but the melody plays on and on

there is such beauty, such romance

when the nighttime comes riding in

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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2 Responses to When the Night Comes Riding In

  1. Love this evocation of the gentle peace that nightfall can bring.

  2. Night is one of my favorite times. Love walking in the dark, dangerous, but so peaceful!

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