The Nightwatchman
 
I couldn't go to bed last night
And leave the world, so beautiful, alone;
I felt it was my duty to stay up
And keep watch with it.
 
There would not be many more such nights
When salt breezes caressed the mountains,
The full moon turned still meadows
To sandy beaches, billowed the curtains
 
With its salty sighs. To be alive this night
Was to be alive any night in history,
To savor the world that only beauty gives.
I stayed awake and counted.
 
 
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