Lonely in the Night

It’s the lonely night of the soul.

Those quiet sagging hours in the middle,

when dark is darkest,

and if you can’t sleep,

yours are the only eyes blinking.

 

The time when babies cry

and mothers cry

to keep them company.

 

We touch

and find some sameness

in this lonely space of time,

and we sink deeper into

the rhythm of all people

and their deep, swinging thoughts.

 

You’ll never feel so alone

as when you keep the night

to yourself,

carry it’s dark weight in your small arms,

while others sleep in sure comfort.

 

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Thats a beautiful poem, thank you, for me the night is the vest part of the day, when I can sit and relax, be with myself , think and write, thank you Yossi