Slight Night – Carpe Diem #190 – Special

Carpe Diem Special #190

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I could if right

eyes glance inside sky

long winding night

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that hurt we know

while evening stars shine

fallen away glow

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we could do this

always together alone

secure stars soul

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still a waking hour

waits to suggest a circle

again seeks night sky

Full Moon Solitude

There again,

distant indications

always aware above

all other aspects of reality.

Glance through windows,

presence has arrived

to perhaps cause shudder,

maybe another frame of mind,

before actually seeing the light itself.

Whole neighborhoods respond to your coming alive,

in the shadowy grace of cast marvels.

We all may wonder

as your trail wanders across the sky,

yet still when we remain and your light

travels further away,

could we recognize the same notion

exists many miles away,

as do others while the words measure on,

defining purpose again,

under the light of the moon.

Late Nights

Silence the tube

that distraction

a genius contraption

has me wallowing well into the night

the dark world surrounds me

without daily activity.

When I step outside

I feel the chill of discretion

everyone is hiding

deep inside the forest of our mind

we are all challenged by the silence.

When in the break of day

we can surround ourselves

with horns and traffic, faces and eyes

at night, in the twilight

all we are left with is imagination

the surreal reality of what lies around us

the unknown that we sometimes favor

quite readily rather than the known.

Step into a forest, a real woods

trees and brush that will envelop

any novice in the night sky

hope for a moonlit horizon

to help one traveler realize their way

to find their compass in the sky.

At night, while I now sit in silence

having extinguished modern electronics

I sometimes wonder

what is the attraction to my insomnia

beyond the reality of my quiet anxiety.

Winter’s Ice

I called for you

In the spirit of night sky

The sleek hollow of winter’s ice

I will reach for you

Tracing the miles of native’s trails

Searching now the skeleton’s tales

Seeking the fire of a true feeding

What callous shelter prevents my mortal being

The ancestral opportunity to know you

Touch, feel, embrace your spirit

In bones, and ritual and love

All forever hopes of resurrection

Kindling a fire, a spark

Beauty and grace and elegance

My heart pleads to know your true self resonates

For Nature’s winds and ice and snow

The frozen preservation in ashes

Feed my wandering soul your cries, your essence.