Tag: Night

The Eye

The eye of the wizard
opens wide in the
blue hours
when night begins
to sense the coming day
The middle time
twixt the twain
with neither strong
enough to hold sway
Behold the eye
of the wizard
piercing the divide
Unbroken gaze
Drawing power
through the haze

Comes The Night

Comes the night
when my sight
will no longer serve me
mere ashes blowing across
the earth
so if I find any beauty
in the moon and stars
up there
it will do no harm at all
to stare
to spare
a few extra moments
in silent awe
to imprint them
upon my soul