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 the eye deeper,
everything trembling 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.
On October 22, 2010
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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.