Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Thought full.

After days of clear sky and falling stars they shine now, a dim light through cloud patches. As we walk the night time bounds of the village the sweep of warning from the lighthouse is a murmur of light. Each step becomes lost in thought as we interrogate the silence in search of small truths and the night songs of mice, moth and bat.

7 comments:

Erin said...

beautiful ...
hope the gingers are fine ^..^

Morning's Minion said...

It sounds as though your walks just now are very full of quiet introspection. Your keen little ears are hearing the night time sounds of spring and your little noses must be full of springtime scents.

Lisa said...

Glad you're back. I missed you -- Lisa

Margaret Pangert said...

The night reveals all the truths that are obscured in the daylight. A lovely elegiac piece.

Annie said...

Lovely images came to mind as I read this...

Amanda said...

As much as I thoroughly enjoy the "everyday" posts, these lyrical snippets of the last few weeks have been lovely. Thank you!

C said...

Interesting reading! This poetry brings special thoughts!