[Day 31 of the 31 Days of Poetry]
[Note: I have written poetry about Night before, many times in fact. (Who hasn't? Without the Night the only people writing poetry would be Optimists, and screw them.) The two that come to mind as perhaps most on point with this one are The Night Sits Softly in the Early Morning Sky (sort of the opposite - about Night turning into Day), and Echo of Light (about an eclipse, and only "poetry" on the sense that it sure ain't prose.) Check them out if you're interested.]
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Sing the Song of Night.
Let the music of radiant Moon kiss light and life
upon Sparkle and Shadow, their ethereal dance
playful yet responsive to Night's dark rhythms.
The drums of Night are Deep Magic, their
percussive power a memory of an Earth who still Remembers.
Sing the Song of Night,
canvas cover of Night's silent circus,
sweet and searing symphony of salvation and sin.
Stars appear by permission only, crowded into
cosmic amphitheatre, eager to hear those
first faint Night Notes, after the crimson crush of
Day's departure slides slowly off the stage, and
the new deep purple darkness concert commence.
Sing the Song of Night,
swollen swarm hangs heavy in the air,
a buzz seeps into bone, and thought,
and brings the tiniest trickle,
the echo of memory of the Deep Magic.
They say Memory lives in the blood,
but nowhere will it even cast a shadow
other than within the Night Song,
when chords of pure light and pure darkness
blend into infinity,and add themselves
to the music of forever.
Sing the Song of Night,
voices of the Chorus
rising in rhapsody,
blending their life, lust and lies
into perfect concomitance,
harmony to honor gods,
and gods of gods,
and those who remember
when Song and Breath
were not separate words.
Crystalline spotlight shines down
Silver on Center Stage,
awaiting Aria,
and Illumination,
of the way back,
of the way forward,
of the way out,
and the way in.
Sing the Song of Night, and Remember, and Believe.
And Begin.
Let the music of radiant Moon kiss light and life
upon Sparkle and Shadow, their ethereal dance
playful yet responsive to Night's dark rhythms.
The drums of Night are Deep Magic, their
percussive power a memory of an Earth who still Remembers.
Sing the Song of Night,
canvas cover of Night's silent circus,
sweet and searing symphony of salvation and sin.
Stars appear by permission only, crowded into
cosmic amphitheatre, eager to hear those
first faint Night Notes, after the crimson crush of
Day's departure slides slowly off the stage, and
the new deep purple darkness concert commence.
Sing the Song of Night,
swollen swarm hangs heavy in the air,
a buzz seeps into bone, and thought,
and brings the tiniest trickle,
the echo of memory of the Deep Magic.
They say Memory lives in the blood,
but nowhere will it even cast a shadow
other than within the Night Song,
when chords of pure light and pure darkness
blend into infinity,and add themselves
to the music of forever.
Sing the Song of Night,
voices of the Chorus
rising in rhapsody,
blending their life, lust and lies
into perfect concomitance,
harmony to honor gods,
and gods of gods,
and those who remember
when Song and Breath
were not separate words.
Crystalline spotlight shines down
Silver on Center Stage,
awaiting Aria,
and Illumination,
of the way back,
of the way forward,
of the way out,
and the way in.
Sing the Song of Night, and Remember, and Believe.
And Begin.
[Note: I have written poetry about Night before, many times in fact. (Who hasn't? Without the Night the only people writing poetry would be Optimists, and screw them.) The two that come to mind as perhaps most on point with this one are The Night Sits Softly in the Early Morning Sky (sort of the opposite - about Night turning into Day), and Echo of Light (about an eclipse, and only "poetry" on the sense that it sure ain't prose.) Check them out if you're interested.]
1 comment:
Love it!! You are eloquent and you are beautiful. Heart of a warrior, soul of a true poet.
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