Dark Is the Night

With day full of sleep, moon falls in the river. Its beams danced on water with shadows of trees to a beat of rhythm from wind till it died and buried in music of quietness of night. With perfume of flowers giving weight to air cool of dark beauty night’s peace granted prayer. Cathedral as reverent as echoed Lords prayer as gentle as songs by frogs from the stream. Harmony hanging in a gemstone sharp air, with touch of sadness as dim sparklers in tyrees while chirping of crickets brings richness to night This will be the hour which wretchedness died. The stars in the heaven pronounces day's death, still speaks of the coming of fresh morning prayer as glorious moon-glow reigns above night while weak light reflects off bountiful river twinkling in beams through branches of trees, gives a roar of stillness through paper thin air. The sky and the dark and the shadows of air The river, moon and the sun as it died. As leaves slowly descend from generous trees. An answer it seems to nights granted prayers it all means little to approaching rivers which has born witness of deceit of the night. So quick in the darkness will charge storms of night? Critical lighting strikes in tranquilized air heaved by the wind once magnanimous river thunder and rain, wind and foreboding of dead comes terror and fear and murmuring prayers amongst shacking of limbs and bowing of trees. Fierce is the storm and with uprooting of trees as wind rips and cries through cover of darkness. All creatures will witness the dark Devil’s prayer as thunder splits atoms of wild burdened air. The night cannot sleep till storm’s ferry dies and silence of night returns to the rivers. Storms of the night and night’s peace granted prayer. Shadows of trees and moonbeams on the river but rising of sun will bring death to night’s air.