When there is no light to see
I shut my eyes
open my ears
hear the grasses softly swaying
like dancers in a beautiful ballet
When there's nothing but blackness
I close my mouth
breathe in, breathe out
smell the rich garden
beneath my open window
When darkness is my only friend
I lift my arms
relax my hands
let my fingers touch
a sweet stranger's face
When night is all I know
I stop reaching for the sun
take off my proper hat
give my long hair to the wind
happy to be alive in the bright moonlight
Poem © 2016 by Dylan Mitchell
lovely
ReplyDeleteThanks for taking a peek :-)
DeleteExcellent, though I'm polar opposite
ReplyDeleteI have more energy during the night. The sun makes me feel drained :-)
DeleteBeautifully expressed. I can fully relate to this, since I have always been nocturnal.
ReplyDeleteI've been nocturnal for as long as I can remember. This is one of my sudden poems. I completed it in a few hours. Thanks for the kind words :-)
Deleteyou poetry is so touching. It'd fit perfect for the Warsaw invisible exhibition.
ReplyDeleteI thank you much for the kind words. The Warsaw Invisible Exhibition sounds awesome (did a quick Google search). Wish I had been there :-)
DeleteI love day and night, hence I'm always tired! I love 'smell the rich garden'
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Thanks Lisa! You are a true poet :-)
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