By day the light upon water
is brilliant and bright,
securing the outlines
of what is safe and real.
by night, now shimmering
the moon invites you deeper;
everything trembles in this light,
speaking through shadows.
If I had the courage
I’d live in the night wonder,
walking forest paths
with slivers of silver
breaking through the trees,
at peace in the stillness,
awake from my dreams.
I am in a particularly reflective mood this morning, perfectly suited to imagining a night, “walking forest paths with slivers of silver breaking through the trees.” Thanks.
Tender and thought-provoking…
And as you question your courage you have what is needed… wander at will throughout the night of your souls yearning.
I love the idea of “living the night wonder.” I’m reminded of a radio program called “the Shadow” whose saying was always- “Who no knows what evil lurks in the hearts of man?” Today as we look at our shadow side we might ask the opposite- Who knows what wonder, what splendor lies dormant in the hearts of man, waiting for that courages one to enter. Loved the poem and its imagery.
I found some flowers growing up
Where my lamb fell down
I accused them there
With my broken lamb
They said, “listen to us man..
It am what it am
And you, you were a foolish ham.”
Do not believe me now
Do not believe me now
I’m broken down
By their savage plan.
Living in a place where the trees and water are scarce and the coyotes howl nearby, I find it takes wisdom to know where to walk the moon’s path.