After the day is done and passes on
we are left with night
At night, the grass becomes a bed for the weary
but during the day it pricks and prods you into action
At night, the smiles in the sky wink at us
in assurance of a time worthwhile
At night, the dullness of the black speaks it’s words
of warning, daring you to venture further into the unknown
We find our own warmth in the night
and would rather freeze than depart from the darkness
The stillness of the cold saves us from the heat of the day
The night makes us fearless
The masks we wear are taken off and left along the path
There we enjoy the night and it’s solitude
We boast and laugh for joy alone
and the night guards us from the world we know
If you wait long enough,
the symphony will start
when the tiniest of creatures become Beethoven
The once blue water, flowing and changing
becomes a solid glass of black,
reflecting the light of the cousin of the sun
and rejecting it from the water’s darkness
The roughness of gray cement and headlights take me back
Memories flow like the water of a flood and wash me clean again
But in the daylight, the path only becomes a trail,
one we never follow
In the day,
others pass by and think it insignificant
The ground we rested on won’t us hold us as company
without the night as it’s host
Only in the darkness of the night
do we truly live
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It's free verse, because I make my own rules! Mwahaha!
Okay, serious time. This poem is most likely confusing because it is based off my memories, and even though it's all kind serious, they're happy memories!
I hope you liked it!
Comment on your interpretation, I want to know what it made you think :)
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