So, day five is already here! That’s like almost a week! Anyhow, here’s today’s poem!
We all heard it in the wind one morning
As the branches shimmered as water warped surface
And shadows sighed with satisfied smiles
Painted on every wall and window
Could you know the promises of the night
If you had only ever bathed in light?
Many turn away from the unknown
You must know the unknown fears which creep
Do you not find it strange that the reverse is true?
Paste unknown onto light and we could build a chapel
Allow us to gather and bash
Most odd that we name blackness evil
That darkness is synonymous with badness
How is something as perfect as moonshadows
Seen as some imperfect emptiness
Hollow is the name for it, empty
But night is no void, it is teeming
Those sighs which slither and caress the
Torpid mind in the slender hours of the morrow
When dusk rolls over in supplication
And shadows wander in rank and file
Then do the lives of the nocturnal coil open
And draw sly breaths as the yawning comes
If you find yourself to know them
If they acquaint themselves to you
You can come to understanding
They will take you too…
See y’all tomorrow!