Waking Up Poem by David Taylor

In the depth of night with a multitude of shining stars so bright
And lit with the crescent moon’s sparkling clear pearlescent light
A stillness pervades the air as clouds skim by as shadows in a dream
Against the blackness of deep slumbers’ inky depth of sky
And all creatures of the day rest in the peace of a restless night
All is still and moves no more except the creatures of the dusk
And the tress and plants responding to deep breaths in gusts
The sign above the pub swings to and fro in need of lubrication, groans
The owls and foxes, eyes so bright, as they hoot and slink
Hunting prey and calling to the dark as they silently go about their way
Until the sun above horizon comes and you pull up the sheets to keep out its light
And stay in the dark haziness of dreams that have and hold you tight
Perchance a scent of sweet dew permeates the room right through
Bringing a feeling that renews, a feeling of life as one, that’s You
Calling to let go of the dark shadows, which you now know, were never true.