This is something I wrote when I had a minor-key Franz Schubert waltz stuck in my head, and when I was driving in the country as the sun set. It was like a music video from the 1800s.
Sun shrinks from the sky;
Night crowds overhead.
Shadows catch the eye;
Sunbeams far have fled.
Lord, give us peaceful hearts;
Make us wise tonight.
Help us repel Satan’s darts,
Grant us safe passage to light.
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Fire burns too low;
Stars burn far too high.
Winds do sadly blow;
“Sadly,” for so am I.
God, please look down on me;
Send me Your peace tonight.
Nevermore frown on me,
Grant me safe passage to light.
Original poem by Kimba. Thanks for reading!
Copyright 2017.
Poetry and Pastry 
I love your poems! Keep on writing (:
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Aww! Thanks so much, cycpyper! That means a lot to me. 😀
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