Nothing new, just one of my oldest poems from way back when (16/05/2007):
It was so dark that the eye couldn't tell ya
So quiet, the ears couldn't describe
But the lights were on, it was bright I tell ya,
But beyond sight, beyond sound, it was night I tell ya.
Ah, yes, night, pitch-black night
Darkness in all its glorious glory
The universe revealed itself for me
As the void it was, the void so deep.
The moon shone, but the darkness out-shone it
Sprinkled with twinkles of stars so lonely
So, humbly, it made its way across it
Unnoticed and slowly, going red in the face
Seeking solace in its own dark shades
While the wolves howled, but the silence out-mourned it.
So marched the darkness
From the eclipsed out moon
From unseen corners of the cosmos
From the infiniteness of space
From the days of the universe's birth;
And so came the night,
Playing hide-and-seek with the sun,
When it saw there was none,
It spread out and bloomed
And soon, laid claim to half of the earth.
And while the spirits of the night swam the sky in glee
Came the rains, drizzling, silent as the night, onto the grounds below
Sowing the seeds of the day tomorrow
Silently reaping the dawn that would follow
That, with the chirping of a ticklish bird, would end the reign of this jovial night
And all that while I lay peacefully half-asleep.
