Time of mystery
I love the scent of evening
Truth is muddied then
When I walk around
I feel so liberated
By nights sweetest kiss
Then day’s vicious stare
No longer threatens me, for
Moonbeams skip and play
Owl’s hoot whispers love
And rats scamper all around
My friends in shadows
Your fear of darkness
Is for me a constant joy
Dreamy contentment
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you can feel the joy in this poem
ReplyDeleteYes, I feel the same way. Night is a less stressful, more comforting time.
ReplyDeleteI love this line - Truth is muddied then. It encompasses, for me, the twilight damn and dim-lit quiet.
ReplyDeleteYou sound very dangerous in this one.
ReplyDeleteI'm feeling all warm and snug now.
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting sometimes the day is vicious and the night embracing but, if the demons are running, it is quite the opposite.
ReplyDeleteYou are lucky, living in Australia. Here in Finland night brings out the Trolls, then watch out.
ReplyDeleteI'm a "light" person, so the shorter days are very noticeable to me right now. The sun isn't up to greet me in the morning, and it's going down more quickly at night. And I'm glad I don't have trolls to worry about, like Altonian.
ReplyDeleteI love those moon beams...more so I love the rats...I could hear you playing with this one...skipping even
ReplyDeleteScampering rats spoil the mood. TALON !
ReplyDeleteI must be dyslexic thinking it was a reference for you Rattendalla or perhaps another blogger.
DeleteThere seems a lot going in the wee hours of nights. Not many are bold and confident on dark nights. It takes a little but goes a long way! Wonderful write oldegg!
ReplyDeleteHank