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In Love with Night

It's far too dark now for sorrows, for sorrows born before evening.
As hours spin to night; the tears born in the light of day have gone away.

It's far too late now for worries, for troubles before the twilight.  
As hours turn to night, the tears born under day-time’s gaze are soon away.

It's later now, as we slide closer
to close of day,
removing the velveteen cloak of day.
It falls away, as we slip deeper
into the night.

A lingering touch in the dark now,
is twice held,  is thrice held,
here in the night's end.
The night takes a lover, and the lover serves the night.