If I could swallow the night
I would open wide my lungs
And drink it in.
I would drink in the darkness,
The cool, and the quiet peace
Into my soul.
The penetrating quietness
Is a balm of Gilead
Like no other.
The singing stars reach tired ears
WIth a song of heartbeats and
Rythmic life.
They call, "Come now, come away!
Dance with our light and watch for
The sunrise.
There is no time for sleeping
This is a vigil of breath
And whispers.
If I could swallow the night
I would open wide my lungs
And drink it in.
Hey, nice to read your work, first time I've stopped by I think.mthis is a nicely constructed piece,the nights bring such inspiration for poets and this is a well written perspective.I like the sense of journey and then return back to the start.
ReplyDeletevery cool...if i could swallow the night...i would do it as well...the calm quiet when all the little things come alive...so filled with mystery...smiles...
ReplyDeleteDrink it in and swallow the night. This is just lovely, spoken ingeniously easy.
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