Some nights I am afraid.
The dark and shadows' glide
Can create a fiend or wraith
From which I want to hide.
But other nights I smile.
The darkness holds not fear
But peace and rest from busy days
I only find in here.
I walk amid the friendly dark
Enfolded by its arms,
And marvel at the quiet still
And all night's quiet charms.
It seems as though the gentle night
Invites me to my rest.
It says; 'Let all your worries go.'
I know the night is blessed.
The happiness I feel inside
When laying in my bed,
My busy thoughts just fly away,
I'm left with peace instead.
I gaze in wonder at the world,
So lazy in its sleep,
A world so bright during the day
Turns back to slumber deep.
The thrill of actions in the day
Gives way to gentle night.
Much less to see, to hear, to do,
Much less to think, to write.
And so my idle mind goes off,
In a half-awake kind of bliss,
A comfy world of roaming thoughts
Of this and that, and this.
And from that comfy state of mind
Where thoughts gain feathered wings,
I slip into a quiet sleep
Which nightime always brings.
The silence of the peace of night
The reverence it instills,
Is why I love the night so much
When my mind with quiet fills.
So this evening when I go to sleep
I'll thank God for the sight
Of quiet dark and softer thoughts
For the gentle peace of night.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections of an Idle Mind
AcakI'm finding I like to write a little before I go to sleep, and I figured I'd do it on here as much as I'd do it on my notes. Each part is seperate, and could be an idea for a story, something I just felt like writing, or a poetic blurt of feelings...
