I took the night

I took the night

I took a gloomy night, an icy place to the bottom

of the moon’s flare.

The wind lashes cheek and at eyes,

and so I lay beneath it and gazed the moonlight.

I wondered if something surrounds me,

but yet I took the night with my loneliness

and I wondered how the hush seemed

to be afton but yet I took the night with my tough

consciousness. I heard music and it uttered stale reverie,

and yet I took the night with a

reminisce. I am a captive a captive of my heart’s fear,

of my fancy night, of a cold wind

and of a sweet song. On raise whisphered tender,

on raise stars whisphered softly and yet

i took the night boldly and camly. There is a wonder

of a song to the flow of wind and

there is a wonder of the evening to the flow of sweet smile.

I took the night a simple and

noble but yet i took the night with an obscene consciousness,

and thereof i had to. Once, i

trangressed the night, trangressing the shadow of a doom.

There he is a tyrant, a tyrant is

me. Once, i took the night and a night turned to a harsh despair.

No more nightmare, daymare, aroint thee, aroint thee.

-Wilfredo Bolbes