Now the night is falling gently,
Shadows from the East intently.
The sun descends as a pale dome,
Sinking beyond the horizon to roam.
Taking the day without any comment
Stealing like a thief daytime’s moment.
Feelings in the heart may surge,
As the stars begin to emerge.
They awaken from deep slumber,
Gathering together in great number.
Muted sounds begin to be heard,
Footsteps and night whispers feared.
Lanterns alight a spark and a wink,
Illuminating the night blink-a-blink.
Smoke rises like threads in a loom,
Inscripting words that harbor doom.
The night begins itself to remember,
Tracing new memories fragile, tender.
All the nocturnal beings now awaken,
As day bids farewell to a world forsaken.
Distant mountains fade into darkness,
In the shadows, night eyes see lightness.
During the night, all the world simmers,
I embrace the night as my soul glimmers.
when a night falls down turn off the light and enjoy your soul glimmering throughout the sparkling diamonds in the sky. . . a beautiful piece, John. Cheers, alex
I feel the same as your last two lines. However if I stay up all night, I'm worthless the next day. So, usually by the midnight hour, I would be asleep in bed oblivious of what happens after.
Those Middle Easterners are rich but I didn't know they had transplanted Saguaro cactus to the desert where you live? ;-)
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
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Jane
Those Middle Easterners are rich but I didn't know they had transplanted Saguaro cactus to the desert where you live? ;-)
Ron