Calm Night Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Silence in the woods, with a continuous cloud of bright hues close,
Heavy and wan gloom, all enlightened by the moon were in heavenly dose 
Which through that veil in the air was indistinctly seen,
A dull, contracted circle, yielding light to surrounded been
So feebly spread, that not a shadow did fall
On the ground, a craggy rock, a palm tree and the cow house red stone wall


Winter night, the sky was overcast,
Odd ominous was that lunar light, winds howling in cold air blast
The red rock column which on the cow house stood on
Confronting the sanguine beam bright
Seemed to change into a pillar of crimson
So outstanding in the gloom of the night
 

The red stone column, while its lower half averted
Shrouded in the densest pall of dark
And the vaults of blending beams of nightly arc
Had a snake silhouette twined his black folds and glossy neck converted
Or other times would convert into beautiful nymph with rare naked breast
To shake my inwards from head to chest


Winter evening super served early, people there
Went to their chilly gardens and yards to enjoy the evening air
And set on benches built against fence and wall
The mood of quiet gloom lay on them all
I saw them gazing up to the sky, which seemed to droop
And shrink and closer to the earth to stoop



Dozing in darkness I heard the wide staring owl began hooting on the roof house
From the window I saw the frail winged bats flew round the house and twittered
Close to window panes where faces and silhouette  from street lights glittered
And other small creatures the moths sounds mingled with a shriek of a mouse
The cold air outside made endless swarm of insect inside circled round
And buzzed like harmonica sound


There, there was my queen in a black-blue vault she sailed along,
Followed by multitudes of stars, that were flickering and free
Small, sharp, and bright, along the dark abyss song
Drove as she drove to lull my night to soft sleep; how fast they wheel away to obey
Her reign; never vanished and the wind caressed the leaves in the tree,
The throng of the sky was silent rolling forward the day not to delay


That heaven immeasurably distances; and the open dark incomprehensible vault,
Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds, with charms that never halt
And keep deepening its unfathomable depth.
Vision celestial not from this world and the mind at length
Relaxed, yet not undisturbed by the delight it feels, all that had been
Which slowly settles into peaceful calm and wonder, I was left in owe to muse upon the solemn scene.       


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