Overnight

 

Tomorrow would come

With its burden of disappointment,

Its petty tragedies

And goads of grief,

 

But for tonight,

The horses, in the moonlight,

Were cropping peacefully,

And in the shade,

 

A lone man walked,

For the moment unburdened,

Forgetting to doubt and hate

As he knew he ought to

 

And letting the sinful night

Wash his angry little soul

In the blessing of darkness

And the gratefulness of sleep.