The night is darkUnusually so Gone are the meteorites The great celestial showThe fireworks of the skyThere are no stars Instead in stillnessJust a breath of wind Wafts through the open windowA welcome coolnessOn a summer’s night The distant clatter of a train Over Aish crossingPunctuates the intervalsUnder the cloud The silence seems poisedWe areContinue reading “Waiting for Rain”
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Night Manager
The outline of the giant’s backOutlines theSouthern moorThe first charcoal line ofLandscape drawnSeparation of land and sky;Feint is the contrast; Though a glow,flanks the far western edgeIllumination From a sleeping suburban sprawl Seen only on the darkest of nights. Defining so many shades of greyThat draws the eye.The stillness has depthAnd is rare upon ourContinue reading “Night Manager”
Into this Night
Stratus and silhouetteA feint glow over the western skyA distant nod to encroaching urban sprawlDefining the line Like a dragon’s backThe moorland ridgeSets solidityUnder the wideness of the skyAnchoring the landSilence and reverential stillnessPervade the nightOnly the softest of breathOf the sleeping worldWhispers of memories Spill across the pillowAs slumber is stirredYet nothing movesThe wallsContinue reading “Into this Night”
Restless
Bright the moonRiven and intenseDeep the shadowsUnder blackened trees which Cloak the view.The wind is heldSilence loadedMagnifying movementand strange noises of the night. Bold the outlinesOf bovine formsGraze in rhythmic functionInhale and exhaleShuffle and cough A poignancy, an urgencythe shriek of the owlA passing carCuts through the stillnessWorn rubber on tarmacRestless the soulAwake and drawnContinue reading “Restless”
Early Dawn
What is it about early dawnThat stirs the soul?The subdued soundThrough blankets of greyEbbs time away from sleepAs a shadow of a batLike a black glovecrosses the window paneI see it oncelike a breath escapedI wait but all in vain As soft lightPermeatesPeeling back the layersOf nightin this thin placeGone
Deep is the Night
Deep is the night Obsidian blackEnveloping allSilent is the windPlacid quietudeSlumbering breathCalm are the thoughtsEchoing memoriesTracing the stars
Under darkness
Darkness deepensThe mind in starkness clarifiedThoughts spun, tumble-driedThe slightest sound is amplified The world sleeps on.Black turns to grey And light though ImperceptibleOutlines the clouds And heavy shrouds Silhouettes enshroudIn definition of approaching day.
Bats
Shadows in the nightFlickers of a silent filmAcross the screen
Night
night lingers longsleep exits the open window fingers tap
Night Watch Privilege
Night Through hours past midnightStretches timeUnusually dark and moonless The air holds its breathThrough drawn fingers of spent wind Total silence is layeredLike black is to whiteTo the stillnessThe ticking of the watchPulsation synchronised To heartbeatThe breath of the cows slow and warmThe distant horn of the lighthouse 25 miles outStrangeness its rhythmThese things whichContinue reading “Night Watch Privilege”
