The Night

 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.