Lovers Of The Night Poem by Norah Tunney
Lovers Of The Night
I see life through the eyes of death
and death through the eyes of life,
this is the thing that feeds my soul,
and gives life to these mortal bones.
All my life
I've been a lover of this night,
this night that colours
my days blood red orange
and my evenings aspen gold,
this night that opens the heart so wide,
there is room for the whole world to come inside.
Someday the wild
winds of time will die down,
and I will no longer
feel this aliveness
tingling through my skin,
I will no longer look at the world with soft eyes,
I will no longer feel
the tenderness
of a last goodbye.
In a recent reply you had mentioned your near-death experience. Your story and your vision left an impression and a curiosity and appreciation that speaks deeply to me. As one who wishes only to have the time and place to leave behind the artificial noise of a plugged in society. A place of techno-junkies of which the allure is a mystery to me and instead to live a simple yet blissful life engaged in each moment without any undue interference from an absurd and childish culture. That being said Norah Tunney I then wrote Celtic Light for you. As for your poem. I knew in reading that you did not have some bizarre fixation with death. Quite the contrary your deep and powerful bond with the moment and the evening's Aspen gold shines through in this and in all of your writings. No matter if the actual subject is addressed your writings are you and your life experience comes shining through. Your heart is open wide, your religion is living, you have room enough for the whole of the world. Shout Huzzah for Norah Tunney From the mountains to the windswept plains Then embrace the sound of silence Then shout Huzzah again You are a lover of the night, a dancing flame, a Celtic light.
Yes Edmund I am with you as regards this absurd culture and the excessive techno world we live in, and I am also grateful for PH. In the wilderness where I live it's not always accessible Again it's balance. The poem Celtic Light is a delight. Thank you my friend and also for your poetic and thoughtful responses. . I too love the great silence of wild places-deep in the Now.
A fantastic poem, Norah. In the second stanza, night may be a metaphor for death. How ironic that the dark evinces life, - the bright colours, the welcoming heart, the joy of living. A great poem.
Yes MJ it's interesting I find reflecting on the impermanence of life makes me appreciate the preciousness of it all. It is ironic and amusing. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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life is mystery.. birth is a mystery, death is a mystery, thoughts are mysteries, relationship with God is a mystery. everything is a mystery........... living in this mystery, breathing in it, smiling with the mystery. as always you are a great mystic dear Norah. thank you, thank you, thank you. tony
Thank you Tony yes how wonderful it is to simply Be.What a privilege this existence is- may we never take it for granted but bow down before this great mystery. Thank you.