Are you 'up with the larks' or are you a night owl ?
A poem about staring into the night -
A poem about staring into the night -
The Owl Hours
Ceasefire ends the restless day,
darkness descends,
the blanket thickening
softening everything, impermanently.
The moon keeps a respectful distance,
after the all-pervading sun.
while the impatient world is sleeping,
dreaming of trouble tomorrow.
The calming dark.
the friendly night,
the gentle hum of the distance,
few hours of peace,
unhurried reflection.
Every noise hushed by its maker,
every light dimmed by its isolation,
every thought allowed to stretch and contract and settle,
Every breath at peace,
Contemplating infinity, eternity, immortality
Memories emerge, holding hands,
They dance and sing, and wander off safe into the night.
And I will join them,
once I give in,
and close my eyes