Into The Night - Poem by Daniel Brick
Time can be used for good or for bad...
With this thought you step into the night.
'Cherry Blossoms, ' Fabrizio Frosini
Everyday is a balancing act, as we
bend this way and then that way,
trying to dodge the random messages
hurled at us. Oh, how often I have
fallen, and the hard knocks
hitting the ground convince me
I need an insulating music. Not
what pours out of contending radios.
I have turned away from that
obvious music, preferring silence
to its false tones. But now, as time
doles out our shares of duration,
I grow impatient for stronger melodies,
sharper harmonies, fiercer rhythms.
Shall I step into the night, and
search for an answering music
to the hum playing inside me?
Raise my eyes to the stars,
looking for that fabled harmony
of perfectly shaped spheres?
Or wander through a forest park,
hoping to come upon a festival
of nocturnal players? Or just sit
in some comfortable nook, and
doze and dream until the music finds
me, teases me with its tardy arrival?
How many nights will I expend
before the necessary music echoes
sounds already circling within?
When I cross paths with that
sole musician, I will greet her
with a promise, 'I am listening to you:
Play on.' The rest, as Hamlet grasped,
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