Sunday, 1 January 2012

The night

I've seen the clouds go rolling,
thought the dark, mid-winter sky,
as I stood still to hear the sounds of night,
not quiet at all, but low & subtle.

The dripping of the captured rain-drops,
falling from the bare tree branches,
as the wind lifts up the sounds of distant traffic,
and people returning from evenings out.

The swish of a cyclist riding home from a late-shift,
furtive animal, almost silent in the inky dark,
I don't feel scared or lost,
Its just peaceful and calm.

The dark isn't a place for playing games,
reading a book, or trying to sew,
but it surely helps hide the tears,
or comfort the soul.