Silent, somber, ever pressing,
Night into my mind and thoughts
The silence leaves me second guessing,
With fear entwined and ever fraught.
Ephemeral night, in silken dressing,
Ever found, seldom sought,
The dew my skin gently caressing,
In this embrace I am caught.
To the beauty of the night
Where stars are gently hung,
And the glory of the sight
Of the void I am among,
This passing lack of sight
As the world becomes unstrung,
The song of darkness alights
As nocturnal hymns are sung:
First the cooing breath of wind,
Then the rustle of the leaves,
The whippoorwill cries again,
The dove gives her last reprieve,
The blades of grass harshly bend,
River eddies on rocky sieves,
I find myself at peace within,
Night's calming peace relieves.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 11:00 AM UTC
Silent, somber, ever pressing,
Night into my mind and thoughts
The silence leaves me second guessing,
With fear entwined and ever fraught.
Ephemeral night, in silken dressing,
Ever found, seldom sought,
The dew my skin gently caressing,
In this embrace I am caught.
To the beauty of the night
Where stars are gently hung,
And the glory of the sight
Of the void I am among,
This passing lack of sight
As the world becomes unstrung,
The song of darkness alights
As nocturnal hymns are sung:
First the cooing breath of wind,
Then the rustle of the leaves,
The whippoorwill cries again,
The dove gives her last reprieve,
The blades of grass harshly bend,
River eddies on rocky sieves,
I find myself at peace within,
Night's calming peace relieves.
