There’s too much light
deluge of photons
an affront to Night’s ambiance
Harsh sulfur streetlight glow:
trickery. illuminating
arteries of Artificial
making the Night
dull dark distant
confined to human construct
robbing Mystery
masking subtlety
devouring nature
the Immensity
the Antiquity
the Beauty of Stars: gone
Lost
blotted out
by buzzing wasp’s nest
Denizens’ sting
to eyes & minds
inflaming consciousness
no longer can you Feel
small and lost
under the grandeur of nocturnal sky
all is set
before you
here to there
Elsewhere to home
Home?
Sleep in Darkness?
listening & thinking
‘til sleep succumbs
No, now rather
befalling Sickly
pallor of computer glow
we stare with blinders
all else fading
save the screen
before us
******* us in
trapping us
excising thoughts
keeping us
from ourselves
that is why we fill the night
Out of fear. To hide
but not from monsters
nor from ghosts goblins gremlins ghouls
not from lurking eldritch terror of yore
but from ourselves
from Feeling and Being
for fear of perceiving
tactile intuition in the air
of what lies ahead rather than seeing
for fear of walking by ourselves
just ourselves with unencumbered thoughts
and seeing through the facade
the facade of daytime ascribed meanings
the facade of of who we are
the facade of light
The facade that Darkness
is what is lacking
that light is normality
That light is beauty
light is hope
light is life
but it’s just that
a Facade
we plastered ourselves: an Illusion
But there’s truth
at Night and under stars
truth in the sensation of dusky hours
Artistry in ink
the allure of “unknown”
feeling small and lost
Under soft Milky Way
floating over dew laden grass
caressed by cool currents
There’s Truth
& Beauty
in the Night
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
There’s too much light
deluge of photons
an affront to Night’s ambiance
Harsh sulfur streetlight glow:
trickery. illuminating
arteries of Artificial
making the Night
dull dark distant
confined to human construct
robbing Mystery
masking subtlety
devouring nature
the Immensity
the Antiquity
the Beauty of Stars: gone
Lost
blotted out
by buzzing wasp’s nest
Denizens’ sting
to eyes & minds
inflaming consciousness
no longer can you Feel
small and lost
under the grandeur of nocturnal sky
all is set
before you
here to there
Elsewhere to home
Home?
Sleep in Darkness?
listening & thinking
‘til sleep succumbs
No, now rather
befalling Sickly
pallor of computer glow
we stare with blinders
all else fading
save the screen
before us
******* us in
trapping us
excising thoughts
keeping us
from ourselves
that is why we fill the night
Out of fear. To hide
but not from monsters
nor from ghosts goblins gremlins ghouls
not from lurking eldritch terror of yore
but from ourselves
from Feeling and Being
for fear of perceiving
tactile intuition in the air
of what lies ahead rather than seeing
for fear of walking by ourselves
just ourselves with unencumbered thoughts
and seeing through the facade
the facade of daytime ascribed meanings
the facade of of who we are
the facade of light
The facade that Darkness
is what is lacking
that light is normality
That light is beauty
light is hope
light is life
but it’s just that
a Facade
we plastered ourselves: an Illusion
But there’s truth
at Night and under stars
truth in the sensation of dusky hours
Artistry in ink
the allure of “unknown”
feeling small and lost
Under soft Milky Way
floating over dew laden grass
caressed by cool currents
There’s Truth
& Beauty
in the Night
