The Night
by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker
The night is full upon me now and the silver light of my Lady keeps watch
here now at this time when the birds sleep and the city seems frozen I can write or read or pray
But I cannot sleep So I write
not extraordinary things nothing to publish or to write home about
small night thoughts thoughts that go careening around my mind stopping the heavy curtain that is sleep
What shall I write?
No words tumble gracefully from my pen
Shall I read with my mind pin balling from one
thought to another
no reading tonight.
the soft scent of incense is calming and the music leads me to a place of study and I read magic mystery stories of ages past
and soon the night is forgotten
then light now greying into a cold march dawn the city shakes off her deep sleep
and flex's her sleep numbed shoulders to begin the work of the day
and now the birds are vibrant in their salute to the morning with joyous chorus
the night has past and I am lost in another tome of theory and magic suddenly no longer weary ..
as the first eastern rays brighten the skies and begin to melt the night ice
into morning moisture scattered across the sidewalks leaving sloppy ankle deep puddles
Now there will be peace
Now there will be silence
Now there will be sleep
Now I will be safe in My Lady's care.
Once more She has brought me safely through a cold winter night and as I light the day's candle I thank Her
Solita @ 2007
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
The Night
by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker
The night is full upon me now and the silver light of my Lady keeps watch
here now at this time when the birds sleep and the city seems frozen I can write or read or pray
But I cannot sleep So I write
not extraordinary things nothing to publish or to write home about
small night thoughts thoughts that go careening around my mind stopping the heavy curtain that is sleep
What shall I write?
No words tumble gracefully from my pen
Shall I read with my mind pin balling from one
thought to another
no reading tonight.
the soft scent of incense is calming and the music leads me to a place of study and I read magic mystery stories of ages past
and soon the night is forgotten
then light now greying into a cold march dawn the city shakes off her deep sleep
and flex's her sleep numbed shoulders to begin the work of the day
and now the birds are vibrant in their salute to the morning with joyous chorus
the night has past and I am lost in another tome of theory and magic suddenly no longer weary ..
as the first eastern rays brighten the skies and begin to melt the night ice
into morning moisture scattered across the sidewalks leaving sloppy ankle deep puddles
Now there will be peace
Now there will be silence
Now there will be sleep
Now I will be safe in My Lady's care.
Once more She has brought me safely through a cold winter night and as I light the day's candle I thank Her
Solita @ 2007
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