SONG OF THE LOON
Night must fall; who can
forestall it. Like the ocean’s
waves the tide ushers-in.
Only to roll-back again,
into a sea of darkness, deep,
endless & mysterious.
Try not to remember dreams;
nor the very-stuff of
unwanted themes.
The dawn will return
too soon, at the expense
of the song of the loon &
it’s nightly tremolo,
wails & croons. So, close your
eyes & forget your troubles
this very night. Listen to the
sounds of the night; maybe
the call of a loon, the sound
of nightly-wind & peace
you’ll find within.
— Ray Laccetti