I
as
a child,
loved night time.
Summer with fireflies,
made the nights very magical.
We love catching them and putting them in a glass jar.
The pretty jar was all aglow then morning came a sad funeral for all of them.
The moon curls up into the
night,
And fluffs a cloud of downy
white.
He tucks the stars into their
beds,
With silver blankets over their
heads,
Then softly find his golden
light.
My blanket wraps me tight
and snuggles me,
It keeps me warm all through
the night,
Until the morning brings the
the first bright light.
Day begins
with determined light
same as the last—
Night draws quickly
Cover for necro-mania, and other horrors, worked by epstein, deviation
From accountability; apperition like; I
Seem to see? In violence both near and
Far..into a mud, it seems is set the bar'
Most info, screams of only war, yet the
Shrieks were real, and i guess still are.?
From those sacrificial, innocent ones..I
Wonder? Who among us really sleeps now
Well.? And feels affected.' Yet time itself; has yet to tell? Tranches of info to
Light stay coy? The torrid tomes of pred o
Viles..Dear girls and boys' much abuse and
Slaughter.' Yet who wields the knife? Or guns? Or bombs..? How i curse this blight.'
Some light..I crave, yet darkness reigns..'
As ex-royals and current dignitaries, play table top
Games.'
TONIGHT WE LOSE SLEEP
AHEAD AN HOUR WE WILL LEAP
LESS TIME, COUNTING SHEEP
Night time Battle
Side by side we run the tests!
To find which path to sleep is best!
Sleep is more elusive now.
That we don't get up to milk the cow!
Is eight a bedtime just for me?
While he sits up to watch TV?
Does his back do better on the floor?
Do earplugs help him when I snore?
We want to get up strong and tough!
But stay asleep just long enough!
To make it to our kitchen chair
And maybe find some breakfast there.
No infant wakes us in the night,
No burglers or a dog that bites.
But as the moon through darkness glides!
We find that sleep from old folks hides!
Coffee. Tea.
Or whatever it may be.
Stay awake, wait for it.
Go to sleep when the sunshine's lit.
Your mind's suffocated,
let it breathe.
Night time mornings,
the losts' time for mourning.
Close your eyes
Clear your mind
Another night is yet to come.
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August 2020
Hello Moon
Peeping out from behind the clouds
My moon, which the darkness shrouds
Memories of when we used to walk
For many hours, make love and talk
Hand in hand beneath its glow
Followed by the stars all in a row
Twinkling like your eyes, I know
And on your face a constant glow
Brought by the love between the two of us
Happiness without any fuss
So moon do you remember those loving nights
When our passions reached the heights
Making love beneath your moonbeam
An incandescent love that really gleams
Now I walk so all alone and how
I miss you and your wedding vow
To be with me for all my life
You a loving husband, me your wife
However, fate dealt a cruel and fateful hand
Brought on by things I did not understand
But my moon and I still carry on together
Our nightly meeting whatever the weather
Memories I have inside my heart
Ensure that we will never part
In the quiet hush of midnight’s air,
A longing pulse, sharp and rare.
Shadows stretch, the hunger grows,
For something lost that no one knows.
It flickers deep within my chest,
An ache for more, a restless quest.
The world is silent, yet I yearn,
For touch, for warmth, for hearts that burn.
Craving is a whispered plea,
A wish for what may never be.
Still, I reach with trembling hands,
Toward hope that craving understands.
I woke in the night
out for a pee
How tedious.
It was half-past two.
Then I remembered.
On with slippers
and dressing gown.
Outside
adjusting my vision
away from the moon –
orange pink smudges
to west and north,
a wavy whitish line
and above the horizon
a glow of light.
The aurora.
A reward.
A ticket
from my ageing bladder!
Partly sunny or mostly gray
matters not the sky of day
Or night if moonlight’s dim
o’er chill winds that howl and grin
Time’s too precious when meted out
in tins of tea that sniff and pout
the moon came and went
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Soft is the call of the night
She whispers to me in the rustle
of leaves ‘neath an ancient breeze
For time runs headlong into the chasm
~ lunging at moments already passed
NIGHT TIME
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
silent, dark, and deep
nighttime’s mysterious sleep
dreams, a secret keep
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