Part of the Night
Dark light.
It comes in waves and shimmers,
Then waits by my back door,
Dark light, part of the night,
Tiptoes on the floor.
And when you’re gone, your presence,
Lingers in my home,
You touch me in a tactile way,
When I am alone.
And then you raise your wings and fly,
Into the early dawn,
Swallowed by the deep blue sky,
The first light of the morn.
Now I know the winds that blow,
Carry you away.
Across the seas on the breeze,
Through night, into the day.
I watch and wait and when it’s late,
You dance into my dreams,
You turn my world upside down,
And nothing’s as it seems.
Noises and the Night Bird,
And bumps heard in the night,
Part and parcel of the piece,
Of what I call dark light.
When you’re gone, I carry on,
And wait for your return,
You send me sand and somnolence,
Without you, I’d crash and burn.
Mists and absent whispers,
I heard it on the breeze,
There where dark light lingers,
In the nighttime trees.
©
David Rudder
2023
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