I worship the stars
As they shimmer
Glowing in the night sky
They bring a peace
That I need at times
Their glimmering is perfect
Brings a feeling of relief
Where I melt on my blanket
I love the starry sky
An amount of hope
Equals that of religion
Bringing timelessness
During the night session
May their glow last forever
As comfort enters my heart
Russell Sivey
The full moon caresses
the starry night sky,
moving in slow motion
across the expanse.
No street lights,
no head lights,
just the moon
in her full glory.
As I ponder upwards
toward the light,
breathing in the cool, fresh,
clear night air,
the stars seem to write my name
across the sky,
and that’s when I know
Night comes silently, upon the hills.
No siren wails, or horn that trills.
No city lights, to blink and flash.
No noise or threats, its’ peace to slash.
Just a blanket, of darkness soft.
Is all I see, from my loft.
A mouse darted across, a field of snow.
An owl rises, I watch it go.
The mouse screamed, I heard it die.
My peace was gone, I wanted to cry.
I know that violence, is a night thing too.
It is what all , the night creatures do.
Though the violence of men, is of a different kind.
The thoughts of night, were heavy on my mind.
I drifted off to sleep, moon light on my face.
With thoughts of you, out there some place.
I don’t know how, and I don’t know where.
May God watch over you, because I still care.
Beneath the stars,
The crickets sing,
A happy song of reckoning.
The night is calm,
Everyone asleep,
All but one do not creep.
The one is true,
And to the end,
They can be a lonely friend.
The night is calm,
It can lull you to sleep,
So no longer will you weep.
The night is over
A place where one cannot see
Where they go, rising inner fear
Feeling insecure
Not knowing what lures
In hiding places, not sure
What the shadows are
Yet when there's a day
There's also a night to cross
Without faith, fear can't be tossed
Faith in the new day
Where all comes to light
The night then becomes a time
To prepare to meet the rise
Of the sun and thrive
To pursue the dreams
That often waltz in at night
The visions that lift our eyes
To the giant sky
Or warn us to lies
So that we can keep the path
That leaves no sad aftermath
Contentment, the price.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 05.22.10
It's over
like staying up all night waiting for the perfect sunset only to be ruined by the rain that pours
all over it.
the delightful song
of my cellphone is dormant
Or
possibly in a coma
Exhuasted from the back and forth texting we implored on it.
compulsively I pop open the samsung like a fish peeking above the surface
hoping to find something that sustains, or makes us feel that we have a purpose
but it's over
It was glorious while it lasted
Like a monarch butterfly taking flight, painting the sky with an auburn fire
I was your phoenix...
But I was unable to be reborn for you
I wish you knew.... what an incredible impact you've made on my life
You are my muse
Everything that I works towards... is for you
My life currently was not made for two
No you.
No late night fights that end in slammed phones or apologetic desires for passion
so I recognize that it's over
and that I have a lot of growing up and sacrifice to do.
Goodbye friend, How dearly I shall miss you
Goosebumps and all
I lay
Under a bed of stars
Sparkling across the night sky like a diamond mine
Chinese Lanterns in the sky, hanging far from my reach
To guide me through the complexity of the darker night
The solitary moon and I Gaze at one another other
Parallel in nature, we hang back from the rest of the world
She, plagued by her cyclic nature,
And I, sickened by the cynicism that only a broken heart can bring
She pulls at the ocean, wishing for affection from the shore
And I, push away any attempt at sincerity
But she must fall as the day grows young,
And I must rise to the possibilities
My chest wall aches, as it fills with hope and the cold night air
This must be how a second chance at life, and inner peace must feel
Then the wind blows through the willow trees
The crickets move their bows together in symphony.
They made an overture, for the performance of only one
This is my song,
my new harmony
WOW i keep saying to myself
what a nigt what a night i cant
stop thinking of.
There was peace and quiet in
the mist of despare and none
knew we were there.
We could here the ocean roar
and the dolphins sweak and all
i knew was of the water and the sink
What a night What a night
to never forget i wont will you
O no never forget
The overwhelming noise of the world
lands on hardened ears that have learned to ignore,
tune out, and selectively seek out the tones that are pleasing
and bring solace to their tired drums
Like the sweet silence of the night,
the chirping of a lone cricket in the night,
the low croaking of the bullfrog,
a coyote's drawn out howl across the night sky
Sweet silence fills the air
soothes the soul
giving it time to recover
from the harsh discords that fill the day
easing the fears that well up inside
and threaten to wipe out my identity
Silence is a sweet surrender,
to the longing inside to be free,
wild as the hummingbird on the breeze.