Via Cottage Life
Some see night as empty and cold
I see only peace and light
Stories, myths all are told
Through stars burning so bright
The moon shifts, waxes and wanes
Quarter, half, full too
Changes, even stains
Harvest, blood, blue
Darkness, free from the glare of the sun
Cool, crisp air dances on my skin
I breathe it in, it has begun
My soul lifts, I start to spin
How I long to touch the stars
To fly so high I reach the moon
Even if the journey scars
The night will still end too soon
Humans sleep while nature wakes
Owls, raccoons, bats, animals of the night
Prowl around until dawn breaks
And the moon sinks out of sight
Like
Share
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.