Into the Night

We all in our own way seek the answers to all that bother us. It is built within us to try to understand what makes us all human. When our mind is searching for clarity, we do things that help ease that process. Some take rides in the country and others try to drown their unanswerable questions in booze. For me it is a walk under the heavens and the stars and the moon. I seek solace walking into the night.
Into the Night
Restless and looking for clarity I walk into the night,
Strolling in the cold night air looking for second sight.
Confusing thoughts that wander here and there in the day,
Under the stars and in the darkness of the nightfall they seem to fade away.
I am always a whirlpool of emotions as I wander in the darkness,
The icy eventide wind helps with my thoughts, deeds, and inwardness.
Walking into the twilight a bark of a dog breaks the wall of stillness,
From a nearby house on the wind is a couple in an arguing distress.
Makes me realize I am not the only one that has worries of their own,
As I continue into the dark looking for answers and all alone.
Maybe, it is just the nocturnal whispers formed in the wind,
Or the rain of lights from the stars above that help me mend.
Not sure why it works, sometimes I just have to go into the night,
Gather in the silence of moon and the stars—I feel their invite.
It helps to have conversations with the midnight sky and the moon,
For it is in the darkness there is harmony and I feel more in tune.
Restless and looking for clarity I walk into the night,
Strolling in the cold night air looking for second sight.
Kurt James
Kurt James © 2019
https://www.creativeexiles.com/2018/04/silence-of-the-night/

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Kurt, this poem obviously comes from your heart and soul and I can sense the depth of emotions. Beautiful work.
Thank you Phyllis for the wonderful comment – I do wear my emotions of my sleeve for all to see. It is my beautiful blessing and my worse curse at the same time.
I truly enjoy your poetry and hope that there is many more to come. I walk away my blues also, maybe not always at night. Jamie
Walking away the blues is what heals poets like us to help the mend. Thanks for stopping by Jamie.
Yeah something majestic about that evening velvet, it gives clarity a new level. I must agree that I as well am able to think more clearly staring into the endless abyss that is the night sky. For me its even better if there is a crispness to the air. Makes me feel so alive. Nice work Kurt as always.
The night is always reassuring to the poet in us Paul, Thanks for stopping by.