Poems that matter

The dead of night

thanks to @Bruigefisher for inspiring this poem :)

The dead of night

None but a few witness the daily majesty

Ideas furl around as to what truly happens

Gone is the day with the falling sun

Homes and nests for many to roost

Taken aback by what the evening brings

Simmering shades of blue on the horizon

Trails of light are all that remain

Ample and full like wine or a riddle

Roaring streets empty to nothing

Small breezes waft over the land

Manor grounds sleep in house and shed

One white beam shines over the scene

Ominous silence brings tranquillity

Noise is faint and fleeting like wealth

Tomcats peruse cobblestone paths

Idle windows lie darkened or bright

Demons and monsters are kept at bay

Each field and tower the same

Titan kings rest and rise

Waves graze gently along the beaches

Idle pinpricks dot the cool air

Lights up high illuminate the gloom

Instinct drives most to avoid it

Goodwill braves the graveyard shift

Hardy souls take advantage

Tinted dim wastes breed unseen wonder

Everyday morphs to the late

Venerated for its peace

Etched across the sky in darkness

Noted in eternity through space

Inspiration is abundant

Named but nameless

Gradually releasing the light again

Sound becomes unique entirely

Unbridled stillness

Nemesis of the daylight

Somber as a grave

Eerie haven under the twinkling

Traced back over the line by a fireball

Dormant branches are rustled

Under the soft clouds

Spirits roll over the land

Known as the end of days

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