#windsomelight
Melatonin sets in
Like doves returning to nest
God sets them in motion
Circadian migration to circular paths
Not a musical but a solar dance
Blue orange black pink blue orange black
The moon and the sun choreograph
But why must we give the dark so many hours of ours?
Once I properly encounter Him I’ll ask
Why the rhythm of rest isn’t given the chance
To rest on an open eyed note through the night, once or twice
Without submitting eyes to substantial sacrifice
n.a.
II
I’m sure much has been said
for the damage one can do
or how lack of space can suffocate
your soul in a crowded room
quantity of company won’t limit
when loneliness ensues
but it seems it’s edge is more intensely
sharpened when there are two
n.a.
Let’s sit on the balcony in the dark and drink rain until the moon sets and the sky comes back again
n.a.