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As the baton of night is handed to day. I got up to watch it awaken. As dawn kissed the horizon it rose. Bringing the light, night is taken. With a warm hand it touches all.
Night rolls in, the grandest stage. The blackest scene from darkest page. All is quiet, all is still. A cloak that blankets all at will. Coolness breathes its tender way. A sightless temporary stay.
I want to be a hermit. I want to be alone. I want to sit so royally on my hermit throne. I want to live each day I've left within our Lord's creation.
Stars shining bright. Such a beautiful sight. Twinkling away. As the Earth sways. A night crystal clear. Not a sound to hear. The trees still. Fighting the breeze with great will. The midnight sky.
So what if there is no fate. Nothing is meant to be, you make your own destiny as you go. Very scary yet empowering.
If we were Friends not enemies Would you talk to me Without cuss words.
There’s nothing certain but death. Nor beyond nor before. We are born and live to die. Death the only gift of life. We fret; make noise, shout and cry. We skid from hills to valley and back.
Down among the dead. A place I sometimes go. Even though I'm only visiting. And there's no-one here I know. I come here for the solitude. And peace I gain herein. To listen to the voices.
As the chaos of the day. Is sealed away in its nightly envelope. All my troublesome thoughts. Are replaced by blessed hope. The moon proudly looks down. The hushness of the evening is bliss.
Night-time,. A soft cradle of black,. A harsh darkness,. The living shadow,. The inky night,. The crow's feather,. A soothing embrace,. Rocking me to sleep,. A pitch black disguise,.
What will we do if the words run dry. What will we do if tears won't cry. What will we do with the midnight sky If stars won't come to greet us. What will we do if the dogs won't bark.
As you glide past my head, I wonder... What is it like, To be an owl. To have all the world, Under your watchful eye. To glide silently, a ghost.
What would earth be with no angels. What would life be without friends. What would life be without family. What would life be without adventures. What would life be without dreams.
Watched a firefly dance across the midnight sky A little burst of beauty against the night Will you find a lover with your glow I certainly don't know, but I sure hope so For something as lovely as...
| | | | | | | | | Where does the rain fall to and from. Why does it dash with such aplomb.
Let me whisper in your ear my dear of things that oft transpire when shadows long and toads do song and stars begin to fire. The space between the here and there when stillness does descend.
Stale yellow pages adorned with black ink. Smelling like thick choking dust, With a fiction in which can sink. Completely silent in this room.
If you could shake the happy tree And dance beneath its open glee, Would the World change. If you could shake the happy tree And hear its leaves and wind agree, Would the World change.
Leaves break through As buds burst forth And birds fill woods with happy songs I sit; admire for hours on end When days are hot, and sweet and long Then days pass As life moves on Nature's in full...
Standing in the drizzle, waiting for the dog to go. Time slows down to the speed of the rain. Torrential rain, and everyone rushes around. Drizzle and people drift around.
Future.
Starlight bright up in the sky, So many questions, I Wonder why. Starlight bright will never die. So many questions, So many lies. Starlight bright why do we cry. An essential lesson.
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.