Night Moves
A Sonnet for Nyx, Goddess of Night
When the harsh, accusing blaze of day fades
And the soft, gentle shadows of night grow
Into the inky sea the rapt mind wades
And in it, basks in inspiration’s glow
Too bright and clinical is light of day
It leaves one vulnerable, flash blinded
To Nyx, queen of dark hours, we should pray
To let imagination be heeded
Lamentably loud is day’s hot tumult
The silken silence of night is needed
To incubate a beautiful result
When the fallow soil of mind is seeded
With night’s darkly delicious provender
Of inspiration, Nyx is the mother
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (4)
This was so hauntingly beautiful! I freaking loved this so much!
Yeah, but it only works if you make a note before morning....
That picture is stunning 😁 I feel like there's good advice in these lines 😁
Do you get inspiration at night, D.J.? I have to admit that ideas come to me when I sleep. Great artwork in this one too.