Somber the night, still in the silence
of a nocturnal plight, as
eyes dark and round, invisible in shadows,
awaken under soft moonlight,
to forage and seek sustenance,
and as the gloaming fades to a purple haze
diamond facets glimmer bright,
as I sit beneath it all in awe.
Quiet steps in thickets low,
as rustling shapes in covert show
do task their nightly search,
and under that pale blue moonlit sky,
eyes alert but unseen, ever vigilant
as they wearily go about their business,
so not to become prey themselves,
as the shadows become the struggle of life.
Clouds drift aimlessly above,
remnants of the day’s gentle fall,
stretched and scattered across the deep infinity,
and as the moon smiles knowingly,
their edges ignite like silver halos of divinity,
as they evolve, drawn across the vast expanse,
as I watch their rise and fall,
their billowing fade into night.
The moonlight’s gentle embrace
is a cool refreshment, a quiet lament of day,
and as lovers find warmth of heart,
dreamers look into the eternal knell of worlds apart
and the city lights up in neon profusion,
clatter the steps of patrons to bars and eateries,
as safe in homes, many in the rituals of human life,
meals and baths and story books treats.
Life just forges its own path,
and all creatures follow their chosen calls,
in keeping and maintaining all,
for each day given, each night forgiven
in the challenges of survival,
and as the sun does rise and fall,
the moon at beckoned call,
we look to the skies.
I love to witness the changes,
the subtle rearranging of light,
and in the glory of each hue and nuance given,
a praise for all that’s given in this world
to experience so profoundly,
to imbibe so readily and to know
we are a part of these transformations,
our sentient mind in saturation, to meld.
Tony DeLorger © 2018