When the Time Comes

Do go gently into the night.
Its frightening wings embrace.
Turn your back on the dying light.
Its charms disgrace.

For the life of the light is lived through the eyes,
That which is darkness, the soul.
The luminous power overlays with lies
What only its absence makes whole.

Peaceful that night where strife lies cold,
Bludgeoned to death by a love untold
(Beneath vast heights where eagles dare),
Almost as soft as the air.

Truth becomes known as courage unravels
The tale of the world and its travels.
Pain is written into song like the wind,
When troubles end.

  by Robert Hampton Burt

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