The Night

Ode to night. Except I didn't want to call it that. I feel inspired lately because of nature. In part from reading Whitman/Emerson in and studying Arthropods/Insects, and because nature is awesome.

there is something about the night
that draws to me, calls to me.
old black-and-white horror film music
echoes down darkened halls,
locked doors, and glass doors
that the pale moon shines her beams through.

black as a squid's ink;
the sky has waves of dark gray clouds;
stars twinkling like the eyes of eels.

at the park
my footsteps barely make a sound
in the dark,
the amber light from the posts rain down,
coating the expanse of grass and dirt and metal and asphalt
in a film of sepia.

crickets chirp a chaotic yet synchronized chorus.
the siren in the sky calls to me
with her full face a figurehead breaching through the ocean.

Author's Note

what do you think of the night~ocean metaphor thing?
I love the photograph for this, it's awesome. It's "Lonely night" by mjagiellicz on deviant art. Google and fav it, because it's not mine and deserves some credit for coolness.

Reviews

[Chris]

some things are comforting... a closeness and an anonymity of the darkness.
Hide without hiding, be without being anything... thought-full presence.