Night Is For Turning

Like a corner of a page

That begins to curl backward

Revealing the next stage of the tale

So too, the edges of night begin to turn

As darkness bids good-day to the shore of dawn.

 

And as the heaving darkness

Plummets back to earth

The ether in unrestrained delight

Dances with the light

And my thoughts begin to stir

Which in turn give birth to colour

 

In this depth solitude

Which is the very soul of the earth

My breath takes wing

And proffers up a prayer of gratitude

And a hope that I may be granted

A life of compassion

Mild of manner

And abundant in love

Reviews

[Gee]

I read this as I lay in bed, my wife away for the weekend back to Scotland to see friends,. I have watched the dawning day through half closed shutters and can very much relate to your words.
This bed of mine is far to big without my wife, I'm not good at being on my lonesome :)

[Pauline]

Aw poor you! You should have gone with her:(