Poetic Pieces for the Mind and Spirit

 The Light of Night (Suite)

By the Light of Night:

By the light of Night, I’ll be loving You

Oh don’t you know it

Here, up in the light of night, sleepless I’m alone

Thinking of all the thing that I’ve said, and things I’ve done wrong

If only something could’ve been different, If only I’d ’ve thought

Otherwise we’d be getting along 

Again, I sit here wonderin’, awakened in the haze

Sitting in my stupor, drunken in a daze

If only something could’ve been different, 

If only I’d ‘ve thought. 

Words could’ve been had, darling

And Lessons could’ve been taught

Now I’m much wiser 

(Though some might not agree)

You think that you’d be different, you think that you’d be new

By the Light of Night, I’ll be Loving You!

Hup!

Hazy Noon:

Sitting on a blanket in the middle of June

Cold Summers, Hot Nights, Hazy Noon

The time to Kill? Nevermore

Thirty years in the Garden of Eden

Should’ve taught you that

I thought you’d be a wise girl

I thought that you’d moved on 

To think it’s all so simple

Only I, the fool

Now my head is so much clearer, 

Through phasing of the distance

 And in the hazing of the sun

Hazy Noons lay low down, and drift softly to bed

Crystal Dusk:

The day is finished, the sky is (oh so) clear

By the light of night I’m thinking

About the dark of day my dear

Crystal clear red sunsets

A child’s final cheer

Musing over letters

And thinking over lines

The poets hand grows aching

Tired, through the night

Writing about his issues

Working through his fears

Thinking of the Crystal Dusk

The page is soaked with tears

The day fades Oh so dimly, 

The sky once more quite clear

To spend my lives among the sleepless

Upon that Kitchen Chair

Dusk is a feeling, 

A time for love and cheer

If only you’d been different,

You’d be here, my dear

Now you’re just a memory

A musing of the past

Something to think about

A sail without a mast

Sleepless Upon my Kitchen Chair:

Sleepless I stand nodding

Staring at the pen

A record scrapes beside me

A burning paper sheds

The moon eclipsed

The sun stands still, I slowly fade away

To the sins I have knowingly done

Of the time I thought I had

Now the horsemen lead their charge

As my trainwreck slowly fades 

Away…

Away…

Away…

Away…

The Golden Hour Turns Crimson:

(Instrumental)

By the Dark of Day:

In the Darkness of the Day

Only held together by the arms of the almighty

I glance around me, not a thought between my eyes or head

Now, the time of it has passed, and the future of now is here

The sky is clouded, and no longer crystal clear

In the Darkness of the Day

Only glanced upon by those willing to transcend

I make myself start moving, lest I be in the open

I stare at something, but it’s not made clear to me

A mountain slowly moving, forward from the sea

In the Darkness of the Day

Only stumbled upon by he who remains

I keep on sprinting, as the mountain catches me

I feel my body floating, I feel my muscles melt

Altogether painless, though something almost felt

In the Darkness of the Day

Something slowly stirs

There’s a single thought now in my head

My mind no longer hazy, an image crystal clear

A face that’s slowly smiling, a smile of love and cheer

It’s only you my dear, you that makes me light

A lighthouse in the distance, shining in the night

I reach to hold the thought of you, but my fingers can not touch

I melt back into blindness, a shell-out of my soul

In the Darkness of the Day

Myself and I alone

In quiet conversation 

Can only agree upon a solitary point…

Epilogue: 

By The Light of Night, 

Through Hazy Noons and Crystal Dusks

And sleepless Upon my Kitchen Chair

By the Dark of Day

I’ll be loving you!