Sunday, June 22, 2014

Night music


How the crows,
soon after taking flight,
become a blue-black galaxy
swirling in the heavens;

how, through my outstretched hands,
I thrill at the night and its music;

how, so suddenly,
they land at my feet;

how, in a breath,
they take to the branches
of an old mossy tree;

how quiet they are,
among the sheltering leaves;

how joyful I feel,
on awakening;

how gladly I sing
of the deep.



2 comments:

Jan said...

Dearest friend, you have written this for me and the way I, too, feel about the night...I do hope that you do not mind my taking a piece of your beautiful thoughts for my own~

Hugs

William Michaelian said...

How could I mind, Jan? We’re in this life together....