Finding Freedom Within A Black Black Night Poem by Not Long Left

it was the blackest of nights,
almost imitating my thought and mood,
all was quite apart from a few fox fights,
and the cloudless moon was nude.

weary branches rubbed agaisnt the window,
victims to the ever beating, never retreating winds
bending and leaning, arching and waving,
the leaves rustling, sounding out natures hymns.

the grass, millions of identical arms,
swaying in unison from left to right,
such sights to be seen even in the blackest of nights.

And from afar i saw a shooting gold glittered star,
make a wish i thought,
may this night last forvever i whispered,
such tranquility in the comfy confounds,
such beauty in late night woodland sounds.

nothing can compete with the heat of this simplcity,
such relief to find redemption and to be finally free-
from modern means of contenment,
T.Vs DVDs, hot baths and Mp3s
to many minds are easily appeased,
yet tonight on the blackest of eve s
nature came and rescued me