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Strangers in the night

Date: January 15th, 2010

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They were people all new, two strangers in the night,
Like the morning dew, the two strangers in the night.

All it takes is one look, to know if there will be spark
Or if they will say adieu, the two strangers in the night.

The face a passing blur, catching yearning in the heart
Sometimes love occurs to, the two strangers in the night.

A feeling stirs within the mind of one, then the other too.
Is this new feeling true, the two strangers in the night.

Thrown together by a chance of a fate, circumstance
Act stronger than a glue, the two strangers in the night.

In the night set for romance, the attractions can be lit,
With a the moon light view, the two strangers in the night.

Just a chance clash of glances across a crowded hall,
Life took on a new hue, the two strangers in the night.

Ephemeral and LadyKat watch with uncontained joy
As two lives start anew, the two strangers in the night.

Poem Style – Ghazal / Poem Catagory – Love
Written by Lady Kathleen

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A Commonplace Day. (Thomas Hardy)

The day is turning ghost,
And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively,
To join the anonymous host
Of those that throng oblivion; ceding his place, maybe,
To one of like degree.

I part the fire-gnawed logs,
Rake forth the embers, spoil the busy flames, and lay the ends
Upon the shining dogs;
Further and further from the nooks the twilight's stride extends,
And beamless black impends.

Nothing of tiniest worth
Have I wrought, pondered, planned; no one thing asking blame or
praise,
Since the pale corpse-like birth
Of this diurnal unit, bearing blanks in all its rays -
Dullest of dull-hued Days!

Wanly upon the panes
The rain slides as have slid since morn my colourless thoughts; and
yet
Here, while Day's presence wanes,
And over him the sepulchre-lid is slowly lowered and set,
He wakens my regret.

Regret--though nothing dear
That I wot of, was toward in the wide world at his prime,
Or bloomed elsewhere than here,
To die with his decease, and leave a memory sweet, sublime,
Or mark him out in Time . . .

--Yet, maybe, in some soul,
In some spot undiscerned on sea or land, some impulse rose,
Or some intent upstole
Of that enkindling ardency from whose maturer glows
The world's amendment flows;

But which, benumbed at birth
By momentary chance or wile, has missed its hope to be
Embodied on the earth;
And undervoicings of this loss to man's futurity
May wake regret in me.

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