Slowly you appear, rising higher, Throwing your shimmering glow on the sleeping. Silently you glide over the black carpet, Dipping under the occasional fluffy cover. Never revealing the untold sins, Just witnessing in silence. Casting dark shadows' Looming earily on the still sleeping earth. Confidently picking your chosen path, You make your way to your destination. Knowing you will return and repeat, The same till eternity, never faltering....
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
As I have a lot of trouble sleeping, I love sitting outside when the rest of the country are tucked up in their beds, the incredible sound of silence is just so beautiful, and I always wonder just how much goes on that nobody sees or witnesses, that is..... nobody except ???????
If you want to hear the sound of silence, go into an abondoned mine, did that back in the late 80's below Chestnut Mountain in Galena, IL, they have it cemented shut now. It was about five feet high by 5 feet wide, except for an ocassional bat, nothing.
Hi, Anneresa, Thanks for sharing with us this witness, in silence, of the offerings of the night on its chosen path and allowing us, too, to bath in its Casting dark shadows.
Comments (4)
When things appear
Quietly sit, observe them
Never let them near
Who knows what goes on in the dead of night...loved it
This is a most enjoyable read...
Kindest regards
Fellsman (Bill)
Thanks for sharing with us this witness, in silence, of the offerings of the night on its chosen path and allowing us, too, to bath in its Casting dark shadows.