NIGHT TIME
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silent, dark, and deep
nighttime’s mysterious sleep
dreams, a secret keep
all calendars types
based on Moon, Sun, and some stars
see for example
Julian and Hebrew
Gregorian Hegira
Mayan Indian
So the song thrush sings his tunes to the darkening sky.
Is it to give thanks to some bird god or just for you and I?
As we watch the evening’s dying light and say goodbye to another day lost in time.
We sleep to give rest to our maddening minds. Then wake to insanely rush through the precious time of daylight.
Planning for this and planning for that. Dreaming about this and dreaming about that.
Silently killing us all our lives. It plays the echoes of our broken promises in our lies. We can hear time slipping when we close our eyes. Gravity eats our youth and gets hungrier as time passes by.
Solace is taken by wiser minds. Now we can’t anymore reach, leap and run through the darkest nights! The wind sounds the same and the sun is just as bright when our bodies can’t cope with the stress of living in these modern times.
Escape to find some peace in the evening light. With glass of water or your favourite wine, sit and close your eyes to listen to the thrush sing for you tonight.
thoughts of you
in dreams swirl in my head
time released tonic
AP: 3rd place 2025
The whole world is quite
It's time to rest
When everything goes to sleep
Everything becomes silent
Gentle to keep
This is a time for self healing
Let go of your troubles
Get a good night sleep.
And so it goes, these seven days
Waking up as my music plays,
A new beginning, one of many
A place to start, as good as any
The second day is rarely bad …
Enjoying whatever weather we'd had,
While checking the mail for a letter
Taking a breath and feeling better
Quietly, in comes the third …
With a silence that is rarely heard,
Turning off the screen I see
To read and write some poetry
On day four, the sun drifts slowly by
Always into the western sky …
Passed the middle of the hill
With a way and it's own will
Folly and fun fills day five
With simple things to feel alive,
As shadows move down my street
Finding me in a reclining seat
Now I lay me down to sleep
Snuggled in my bed so deep,
Tired after day number six
All in all, an eclectic mix
I find myself in a dreamy heaven
When it comes down to day seven,
Nothing extraordinary, nothing unique
And so it goes … another week.
Night, good friend, protection against the dangers of life
It’s two o’clock, so nice this dark morning, inspired time
The city is almost sleeping – a bit alert and languorous
The nocturnal spirits have awakened it’s time to haunt
The sleeping minds of frail people are the best moments
… to give new impressions, motivations, and suggestions
… to them for the new opportunity from the latest days
Night time, lost self-control, demonic rulers on in dreams
Guards of the night, the nightly lights, radiating this life
‘I don’t wanna sleep.’ Sings the instrumental music into my ears
Yes, I am a night demon, what can I do? A God’s creation
Saints live by the day, my kind live in the night, old desire
Light of the days isn’t my loved kind. Loved the Light’s night
Light is the light in the dark days, lifted the destroyed life
Those from the past missed loves of lives of the only desire
Only? Yes. This is the goal of my life
Get eternal life in the physical life
Night time
Night light
Hidden desires
‘Wake up!’
Said the Light
A deafening silence on every turn,
Darkness swallows the twinkling burn,
Yesterday’s grievances need to be learned,
Before one loses this day to earn.
Frogs that croak with little care,
Owl eyes that follow and stare,
Dark and cold, a fearsome pair,
Wreck havoc together, no corner spared.
The quiet night could soon be lost,
When no one prepares for the light of dawn.
Don't dream, don't cry...
don't let be something
of your daily living;
as you know dreams
don't last more than a single night!
Don't dream, don't cry...
don't shiver under your sheets:
wish for the guy who held you tight!
Don't dream, don't cry...
avoid as much sadness as you can
because time slips away:
it never waits for your decision;
it could darken your wildest dreams
and leave you in the cold again,
before it's too late: act happily,
feel the warm moonbeams!
Don't dream, don't cry...
you ought to be with these
crazy, changing times
otherwise you'll have no chance!
Don't dream, don't cry...
you''ll stand by while others dance!
Catching Moon Sighs
From time to time
as clouds pass
— those plumpted puffs —
touring by
…Out
from behind them
a
Night’s lit
Blink!
will occur
for:
T’is our
Moon sighing
at Time’s insistent nudges
to fleet on by
And at which overseeing Venus
winks her sympathies…
(c) s.y. eslinger6/2024
the moon is sleepless
keeps stars at bay with dim smile
nomadic travels
I met a little Sophia recently in a Masjid.
By the by I met the grandmother, traveling from "Normal."
I had to travel on a cold day for a hot topic, she was hinting...
And I learned the word, "love child" and beyond!
Once not lovable, it can reach up to stage four.
for pancreas, lungs. kidney and many other organs
if they are not specially "misfit" in this fitting world!
"My son, he read and decided about the religion, deeply."
She said, or I think she said so,
And I also think I knew the other Sophia, too!
Every march 25th, she is a true reminder for me!
She was a minor, but her father was a felon!
Exactly as the same way of Zapruder!
Anthony Mascarenhas and Henry Kissinger, these are strangers too!
They never knew housekeeping before their occupation do!
But one was a U-HAUL, OTHER was a chore.
Which one to which chestnut
must be a president's choir!
What time claims for itself,
Memories placed on the shelf,
Memories of the lost,
And the reckoning cost.
As life’s journey unfolds,
It takes away and remoulds,
Some things are hidden in the chamber,
It stays with us until our final slumber.
Time teaches,
Like a voice that preaches,
As the day departs and the night arrives,
Courage inadvertently thrives.
Looking through life’s windows,
Some things are veiled in the shadows,
Some are revealed before we ease into the night,
Where nothing is kept from the light.
January I, 2024.
Insomnia.
I get up, put on coat
and sit outside in the cool air.
Cloudless night. History hangs overhead
in full stops glowing in an infinite dark.
No wind overwrites the quiet.
There is only the chatter
of my own mind traced in scribbles
across unfolding time. Occasionally
a face forms, lingers then dissolves
into a residue of feelings left
in a forgotten corner of my life.
All is shadow, misted hauntings
in empty rooms.
I reach out for something firm
to hold onto and feel only
my own weight pushed
into the chair. Then, as if breaking
loose, a sudden rush of recognition -
there are people
who love me.
Purple tinged late night
Vague shadows dance with the wind
and trees are silent
Secret undercover scents
wander near the still mountains
Golds reds and creams in
meadows of wildflower dreams
beside flowing brooks
The golden days are waiting
at the blazing edge of time
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