Night
O night, thou art so
Motherly
Forgiving n
Forgetting!!
Inky smooth as silk, all engrossing
Encompassing all the doings of daylight
Saying nary a word of dismay nor a murmur
Shielding lovingly, equalizing, sans a demur
Tiny beacons of light akin to diamonds in the sky
Lend a kind of pizzazz to the murkiness of the night
Owls lend voices and create a liveliness of sorts
Co-mingling, creating a fabric of sheer delight
The hush of the night is quite soothing, like balm
On a bruise, even overworked ears get a respite
That is well earned from the happenings of daylight
Filtering, sifting and co-relating all the day’s sounds
Under the blanket of velvety soft night, a summation
Is arrived at in the mind’s eye, the information all stored
Neatly into the hard disk of memory, to ruminate over as
Needed, while we eagerly prepare to face yet another day!
O night, thou art so
Motherly
Forgiving n
Forgetting!!
And the night shall be filled with music, and the cares, that infest the day,
shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, and as silently steal away.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
1819-1892, American Poet
Night’s deepest gloom is but a calm; that soothes the weary mind:
The labored days restoring balm; the comfort of mankind.
Leigh Hunt
1784-1859, British Poet, Essayist
Originally Published: May 27, 2007
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