night into day/goodnight till the morning sun

night into day

him

innumerable stars written in light

i often dream that the night is more alive

as it walks down the sky with darkness in its hand

and what I take from it i add to my days

silently, one-by-one from its twilight meadows

i cannot walk through the suburbs of solitude 

without reverencing the night

for it helps to banish the logic of humanity

to them never a time yet but seemed far duller than the day

how long will the night continue to window their pain

dreams reflected in the day but not in the night

blackened illustrations nonetheless, sleeping while awake

second course, the death of reasons, ordinarily observed

in the night, insomnia, a symptom of deprivation

filled with paradoxes, they sheep flock to it with reluctance

the repose of my night, my dreams, my sleep, do not belong to it

it does not possess me, it is not my soul’s keeper

yet it does not boast of freedom

it walks down an inoffensive path removing all obstructions

in a world of my own, a good night’s sleep is the best oblivion

a new day twists the arm of the night and bades it farewell

like a weary pilgrim, it unlatches the dawn

and it chases away the darkness and the weary worn

everything takes a breath of the morning air, but not to ‘err is human’

for in the morning dew, the little things in life are awakened…

goodnight till the morning sun

she

walking upon white sands

imprisoned by thoughts and narrow walls

that hold no comfort within right now

walking beneath the sun

yes warm

but feel embraced by the coldness

as hands touch loneliness

down on hands and knees i go

to touch the warmth once more

but through clouds of smoke

i search for you

and the sun

oh hear my voice upon the ocean

within your dreams

till the morning sun appears

and as sunshine warms your face

open your eyes in joy

and know my thoughts are with you

but for now i am walking

walking upon white sands

imprisoned by narrow walls

thoughts hold no comfort

as i walk beneath the sun

upon white sands within a dream

as i say goodnight though

my heart belongs to you

till the morning sun

 

Copyright © 03/11/2013 Barbara Sutton and Lance Sheridan

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

Day and night a wonderful marriage of the time in space. Your poem is most graceful.

[SuttonSheridanPoets]

Hello Cherrie, so eloquently put...thank you!!