The Night Drifts Poem by ian westwood

THE NIGHT DRIFTS

The night drifts in slow paces,
Holding many secrets to uncover,
The night drifts with lovers holdings hands,
And sinking into deep embraces.

The day dawns
With blackbirds sounding all around,
I do not know what they are saying,
Yet I love their true and melodeous sound.

The day goes on as if unending,
Captured in workplaces
That know no bending.
The day ends and I venture home,
Standing still and all alone.

The sands drift upon the shore
The tides shift just as before,
The sea swells with crashing sound,
And there is still silence
All around.

For I wish I could be a miracle,
All eyes engulfed in me,
I wish I could rise
To the highest heights,
Beyond all landscapes
And the vastness of the sea.

But I am as I am.
A simple yet a unique being,
Simply being the way I am,
In a world of wonders,
With dreams and fantasies,
Far surpassing
All those I've ever seen.

Ian westwood,9.9.2013