THE STILL MOONLESS NIGHT
Standing here in the deepest black of darkest night
the clouds overhead like a cuddly warm blanket
reaching out to hold and surround the soul
eyes strain to define the images so faint
buried in the comforting blackness
the hand above unseen
as is the hand below
the dark hides all that is not known
and allows us time to adjust and know
and grow accustom to feeling all not seen
this is such a welcome relief
at the end
of ceaseless manic days
filled with the bright consuming fires
of human mutterings
seeking this peace
that flows freely
in the ending of the chaos
we call a day
passions flow down unseen cheeks
as the evening absorbs all woe
the infinite depth of the dark
almost suffocating in intensity
yet
beautiful in the very absence of glow bestowed
In light of day there are trees and wood
and rocks and stone
trees and flowers
and no time alone
but here in the night
in the darkest clouds of indigo dreams
the time alone can be found
and in it the peace
peace set free by the breeze
of an ever still beauty
the endless beauty of
the silent moonless night
