Bathed in the dark
I take to the forest
with starlight above.
A crescent moon
brightens the sky
and betrayals fade beneath
the streetlights of home.
I treasure the night,
luxuriate in its beauty,
resting like the sea
between the flux of tides
the strength of darkness
brings peace for the coming day.
Reading of “Strengthened in Darkness” with music by Nicolas Jaar
“Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day” said Thoreau. I feel night, and the night sky (when I’m conscious and not in dreamland) … provide context. During the day we see but a short distance into the sky – our reality seems visually held to life on the planet. At night however … boom! We suddenly realise the context within all this wonderful stuff takes place …
Don, as always, you are thoughtful and melodious today. Thanks.
I, too, love the night. Stillness settles over landscape,
mindscape, and heartscape. It is a time for fox and owl, cat and bat. Even insects are stilled by the cool night air. There is security in darkness. Quiet invisibility.
So beautiful!
“the streetlights of home”. What a vast and glorious image. Thank you Don
This one is very sensual…and bold!
I love this! I looked up in the night sky in the wee hours this morning when I let my young puppy out and felt embraced by the darkness, inspired by the starlit night and new moon. Thank you, Don.
Thank you for feeding my soul…
Beautiful, Don!
dusk, new(moon),into darkness and we expand into Beloved’s embrace.
Thank you so much, Don.