Night Poems

Gazing out the window, I watch the light settle down for the night,

As objects fade to black, my once stagnant mind becomes bright,

Lovely thoughts flutter around in my head like feathers flying,

My dreams soar across scattered hopes while doubt is busy dying,

I coo softly, wondering if others feels vibrant and alive at this time,

Though most, in the morning, hold an open mind that is prime,

For me, nightly inspiration comes as doors holding magic open wide,

Stars give off the light of truth as lonely deception runs to hide.

Still,

Quiet,

But my thoughts are loud,

Wrestling with the past and near future,

I toss and turn in the shadows,

Waiting for the sweet release of sleep,

But it doesn't come,

I'm too focused on me,

I can't see the starry lights in the darkened sky,

Or the milky way, Or the universe filled with galaxies upon galaxies,

As my thoughts finally turn to You,

I take my eyes off my small problems,

They seem tiny next to your size,

So, I surrender all my worries and troubles,

As I drift off into a deep sleep.

I lie awake thinking of all I have and have not done,

Heavy under the weight of what I let myself become,

Though the shadows cover me, I still find peace in the quiet,

Now I have time to untangle every thought in private,

Loneliness creeps in, creating dissonance with my natural state of reserve,

Then I remember You are always here, even if it can't be observed,

Your presence greets me when I feel the pains of regret,

And darkness doesn't overcome what the light has eclipsed,

And sometimes a winding road is straighter than a linear path,

Learning through hardships and the patience that I lack,

Though hope is not always seen clearly through obstacles I dread,

It still whispers in the quiet, calling me to rest my wearied head.

The day fades into darkness,

Waving goodbye to the sun,

And hello to the moon,

Shrouding the world in shadows,

Enveloping everything in mystery,

The end is almost here,

Sleepy eyes droop,

As loved ones draw close,

Waiting for sleep,

And wishing for a new day's story.

My house is a prison,

Of every indecision,

Filled with every lost story,

Except they’re always found by me,

Every time I lay my head down to sleep,

Another page floating inside my head,

I try to rip it out but it’s tethered,

To my brain and riding,

On the edge of every dream,

Pulling them down into the darkness of the night.

Do you hear me in the night air?

Do you see me standing out there?

Staring down at city lights so bright,

While you gaze up at pinpoints of light,

Does the moon speak to you like it does to me?

Haunting minds and souls with its quiet mystery,

Or are you asleep awakened to a world of dreams?

Where imagination and reverie burst at your mind's seams,

I wish I was there to hold you in my arms,

To see your bright eyes and keep you from harm,

Instead I'll stand out here all alone,

Until my heart is near you, resting at home.