Nighttime Musings

Another piece found in a cluttered mess of poetry I had forgotten I had penned.

I can see you,

As bright as the morning sun.

You are the first born, and the oldest of your kind.

Though you will die by morning.

You follow me through the motions,

As I move.

The darkness surrounds,

Swallows,

And consumes us whole.

It searches, and divides,

The weak from the strong.

The smoke tries to hide your face,

But you are the fire.

The sun tries to blind me to your presence,

But you can not be cowed by your brother.

Two by two, even brighter than you,

They race past and forward.

Red and white.

They are the fires of human hand.

They mechanized brothers in the darkness.

Not truly your kin.

You watch me,

Even when I have cursed you.

Told you to leave.

You shelter my tender heart within your own boundless understanding.

You cease the pounding drums,

The frantic racing of uncertainty,

And give way to peace unattainable through will.

Separate.

Tentative.

Aloof.

Resilient.

Guide me home.

Reviews

[Susan Beth Horvath]

This is a very powerful write. Projected to your readers in a very meaningful and profound way

[Joshua W. Harris]

Thank you so much for the review, Susan! I really do appreciate it! I am so glad that you enjoyed the piece. It means the world to me when someone has gotten any sort of entertainment or contentment from my writing. ^__^

[Stephanie M]

That was such a sad poem. I did enjoy it, and I think it was well written.

[Joshua W. Harris]

Thank you for the kind words, Stephanie. =]
I am glad that you enjoyed be piece and thought it to be well written. That means a lot! I also found it to be an outlet for sadness while I was writing the poem, but I don't know if many people tend to read this and feel the sadness in it, like you have. Thank you for taking the time to read and review! ^__^

[Stephanie M]

I find that writing poetry can be very therapeutic.

[Neville]

An enjoyable read from one end to the other. Descriptive, to the point of making one feel elsewhere but also watching that same night sky... All Good Things my friend, Neville

[Joshua W. Harris]

I am really glad that you liked the piece, Neville! Thanks so much for stopping by and checking it out!

[Neville]

My pleasure entirely, N

[Neville]

An enjoyable read from one end to the other. Descriptive, to the point of making one feel elsewhere but also watching that same night sky... All Good Things my friend, Neville

[Alessander]

There's a real tenderness to this piece. It really is night time musings. Almost like those incoherent thoughts that flash through the mind before falling to sleep, but it has its own logic. I like the ending to, and I'm usually a stickler for endings, but you nailed it here. At first I sort of wanted chop off the last line, but I liked it on the 2nd read.

The only line I would consider changing is "bright as the morning sun" - a little cliche. But I love the rest. It remains somewhat aloof and mysterious.

[Joshua W. Harris]

I am happy to hear that you enjoyed the piece for the most part.
The last line has significance, even though it might seem a little last moment or second thought. The last four words that come before it create a single word with their first letters. Haha. I didn't want to be overly obvious with it at the end, but I wanted it to be there none-the-less.

I do believe that it was written in the late hours of night before I fell asleep. I often do that--write random poetry as I lay in bed. I just write them out on my phone's notepad and I edit or transpose them to here at a later time, though I posted two today that I found that I had no idea I had written. Completely forgot about them, so I must have been tired indeed when I penned them. Haha.
I know the morning sun line is surely a little cliche, it is true. Thank you very much for your pointers and your support! ^__^