Nocturnal Hour

It’s the quiet wee hours of the morning
The sky onyx speckled with stars
My moon glowing casting silver light
To brighten the darkened night

The earth in a relaxing slumber
The loud busyness muted in tone
A hush has fallen over the ground
As faint whispers become gentle sound

The dark stifles obnoxious clamor
As my brain becomes less anxious
Letting my surroundings be serene
A soft moment of routine

Void of external roaring chatter
The poet’s hours quench the soul
Releasing the swirling tension
Into a different dimension

Nocturnal hours, my favorite time
Creativity is easily found
As twinkling ivory orbs gaze down
On a lethargic docile town

Gently my mind gravitates to you
Always lingering on your eyes
A pale blue sky gleaming brightly
Capturing my attention tightly

As the darkness begins settling in
I allow myself to drift away
Picturing your intense carnal stare
In this moment that you and I share

Reviews

[Lorry]

Being awake to see the day begin is my favourite time. Its amazing where your thoughts can take you when the day slowly fades into a wonderful time when the incessant noise and blah blah sleep.
It is the calm before the new days storm and inspires us most of all when pen touches paper.

[Poetic Beauty]

I love twilight with its purples, pinks and reds

[Lorry]

I love it most for its shut the hell up'ness! ☺

[Poetic Beauty]

Yes I’m a lover of it being quiet as well. There is a time and place for noise.

[Lorry]

Yes there is...out of earshotfor me! ☺

[Poetic Beauty]

Me too. My mom likes to chitter chat when I first get wake. I have learned to tune her out some otherwise I’m too overloaded lol

[Weeping willow]

Wonderfully expressed, love the flow ;-}

[Poetic Beauty]

I write about the night time and all its wonders a great deal. It is my favorite time of day

[Weeping willow]

Nice to know someone who loves the night with all it's glory ;-} I am especially a moon person.

[Poetic Beauty]

Me too. The stars the moons the way it casts a blue hue on the world below with its moon glow

[Masked writer]

This is absolutely fantastic. A MARVOVOLOUS write indeed. So passionate, a perfect write for night people.
Cheers M.w

[Poetic Beauty]

I am a night dweller and feel soothed by the hushed tones of the world and all the mysteries that the nocturnal hours hold

[Neville]

I am indeed mightily impressed & get where you are coming from .. I love the night too and all our secrets

[Poetic Beauty]

When it is quiet and the world more toned down in volume I relax and think more clearly

[Patricia Wedel]

My feathered Brain loves to Nestle and wrestle with the Wind… My feathered Friend is close to Dreams where the Moon is a Nocturnal Lamp to Light the Sky until the Sun Rises with Disguises of Egg Yolks and fried green tomatoes… with Toast…. softly, Pat

[Poetic Beauty]

I love that little poem you wrote. I love being a night dweller where it is quiet and calm

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you dear Beauty… the Calm of the Night embraces our 💜 Heart with dreams of Heather in the Fields of Irish Lullabies … softly, Pat

[Poetic Beauty]

That it does

[Vol]

Lorry,
Any quiet evening away from metropolitan sensory overload, one spent with ivory stars, moon shadows, and memories of bygone lovers is why we eat healthy, exercise and dream of a long life... because poets know what makes life worth living.
Vol

[Poetic Beauty]

The night time is so soothing and peaceful for me

[Vol]

PB,
I think that's why it was invented... those poor cavemen, someone watching the fire to keep the Saber-toothed tigers at bay... Today they only have two legs...
Vol

[Poetic Beauty]

You might very well be right 😊

[Dave Brown]

daylight's working hours can certainly turn into a cacophony of caterwauling.
as a comparison, you have done a very nice job of displaying just how relaxing the night hours can become

[Poetic Beauty]

The night time is extremely peaceful for me and allow my mind to calm and my heart to drift and creativity to sizzle

[Ken Simm.]

Romantic crespucular, love poetry as fine as smooth silk. Interesting.

[Poetic Beauty]

I love everything about the night time hours…

[Perdition]

Every Poet seems to hide in their glorious night. Something of that hour that releases the perfect collection along with all the sweetness in words. I have hidden there as well, inside this moonstruck confessional and there set my horses free so to speak .Th Sun as sudden as the poetry rising. Mary Oliver and William Stafford were keepers of the dawn but I feel it was more out of necessity as they toddled off to their Universities once writing their daily rhymes. “Void of external roaring chatter….”something within this quatrain spills over into the mysterious logistical nature of the romantic relationship suggested in this particular poem. But coul this poet be caught by the colors of the day and eyes come nightfall…. Perhaps but I wonder as it is such a subtle mention compared with her love for the hour of nightfall. Perhaps it opens that cage and releases her to write of this carnal inspiration but then again perhaps it is the color of the pen ?… lol. A rare and brilliant tribute, be it either of carnal or of the poet to pen .

[Poetic Beauty]

Ahh I write with a purple pen most of the time. My favorite color. Sky pale blue is reference to the color of his glacial blue eyes not to the time of day. But yes I find beauty in many aspects of the day but I have to say twilight sunset and night fall are my favorites

[Poetic Beauty]

And most of me and his encounters are actually during the day

[Pete]

silence is golden after all, a chance to reflect and breathe relaxed. we are inextricably one with nature. i can appreciate the soothing quiet of the night after the hustle and bustle of a busy day. you've so elegantly brought to life an underappreciated time when we can let down our guards and facades and simply just be. the ending suggest that she has other thoughts and desires ... :)

[Poetic Beauty]

Yes the last hours of comfort and solitude offer me peace from a chaotic day and allow my mind to drift without restraint or constriction of what may draw my attention else where. It’s freeing and in so allows me to relax and indulge in hidden thoughts