Nighttime Is Homecoming - A Sonnet Poem by Daniel Brick
Nighttime Is Homecoming - A Sonnet
In the fresh morning light
I gaze over the leaf-strewn lawn
that was shrouded in moon-white
just four hours ago. Whether I call
myself night-owl or night-hawk,
the result is the same ruffled feathers.
My mind follows the tides of NIGHT:
its slippery contours, its slow array
of stars shaping secret constellations,
its translation of day's frivolity
into the stuff of mystery, with its
silence composing new Hymns to the Night,
its labyrinths interlocking in a fused
pathway leading the night walker to transcendence.
In the fresh morning light I gaze over the leaf-strewn lawn that was shrouded in moon-white just four hours ago. Whether I call myself night-owl or night-hawk, the result is the same ruffled feathers. - - - -While day light is to see, night time is shrouded in mystery.But the inquisitive mind always seeks an answer..
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4/25/2024 6:06:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sterling piece Daniel. Night has a lot to offer n a poetic mind is quick to grasp it. You do it so beautifully. The reader can experience the transcendence here with you. My mind too follows the tides of the night. Very well written. A huge 10.