by Heinz Ross

Created on: July 25, 2010

Night grants you grace

night grants you grace
from darting eyes,
from hissing sounds,
from haste and tiring defenses,
as refuge for a moment’s bliss

they all belong, these to them,
those to these,
some clad in finest labels,
reproduced a million times,
worn as if one of a kind,
uniquely fashioned
worthy to parade in style

apart, your rags embellish none to rise,
averting gaze away from well worn
vesture of your grey.
perhaps its colour hiding from the light,
that’s cloaked in drying fibres,
which once may worn with pride

pride none is left,
pride word forfeit its meaning.
mean all, except the night that hides
the sight, the shadows, deep dividing lines
that carve the skin, that draw, that mark

the lashing tongues, the cutting laughs
lost edge when sound turned silent,
except for those that crawl too close,
their scent reveals their presence

words used to charm, to sooth, convey,
or list in well versed repetitions,
that what’s been said and if not said
not missed in hearing either

night grants you grace,
spares noticing averted eyes
that seek avoiding recognition
as if your sight unworthy,
that of a lesser god

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