The night is my muse
She inspires thoughts,
lights the fuse,
firing my imagination
to spin into other worlds
to witness the universe
that we hold within ourselves.
It’s not a ruse or
a lie hidden
in the light of day,
she is the joy I feel
when light is
consumed
and only hope
sits in the way.
The night
sings to me,
I listen intently,
content in
seeing the beauty
in its motions
projected
by the moon
flittering upon the world I see
like ripples on vast oceans.
I seek meaning
in the emotion of the clouds
as they cry down.
Are they sad or happy tears?
Is the moon smiling
or wearing a frown?
The night is sublime,
the peaceful time
when our thoughts unwind.
When our burnt-out bodies
curl up into protective balls
to refresh our bones
and still our minds.
It allays my fears.
The way the light bends
through the atmosphere,
it’s so airy and clear.
The night is open
it welcomes you in
with a cheer. It tells you
to pull up a seat
and watch as it puts on
a treat for tired eyes,
and you can just calm
feeling the rhythm
it holds inside.
The night is my muse.
She doesn't amuse herself
with causing hurt,
she just twinkles
across the sky,
sharing her sparkle
as you ponder why
we humans have to
pick apart all the good
leaving only tears to cry.
Why we carry so much dark inside
When the dark outside
carries so much light?
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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