Yearning of the Night

We need the night
with all its darkness
wrapping us warm
in the theater of dreams,
our memory washed
and hung on the lines of time
to dry and brighten
in an underground wind,
taking us back,
leading us forward
while the arc of stars
turns and wheels
with light of the infinite
and we come alive
to the yearning
of the night.



Yearning of the Night




6 Responses to “Yearning of the Night”

  1. David Banner says:

    What a rich tapestry of feeling and image is this poem….

  2. Pichay says:

    In my human night I am grateful to be unconscious of all that pains me in daytime, and for my own arms’ embrace of my lonely body.

  3. Anne Blaney says:

    The whole poem is a beautiful arc! What great imagery of our dreamtime workings, while the galaxies whirl around us. Very good!

  4. Tom Figel says:

    Don, this is great language: “our memory washed and hung on the lines of time”. Thanks for sharing all your poems.

  5. Gina Camille Huskey says:

    moved all the way through me

  6. Robin Bryant says:

    These gorgeous images remind me that we are the night .. we are the light!

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