The Night, poem by Paweł Markiewicz at

The Night

The Night

written by: Paweł Markiewicz


If it becomes darkly in me
the meek dream comes into being almost never
the mind sleeps in the Dark
the night unfolds its wings
the dreameries are dying
they are jonesing for the lights
I-Apollo am kissing the nighttime
so that a blackness can be there
caliginosity enfolds daydreams
nocturnal fire such a spark
I can fly by night not at all
like owls in night arms
there is only my wishfulness
my spirits cribbing embers
of the murk fireplaces
I am singing some night ayres
somberly the phantasy of
the dun Erlking shines
with me



caliginosity – darkness
ayres – songs
phantasy – fantasy
Erlking – king of Elves
cribbing – stealing
murk, dun – dark

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