In the dark
the world looks on
through heavy lidded eyes.
the moon perfoms,
the earth is still
and reverent.
Tired.
Content.
The light seems reverent.
tentative.
Just brushing at things.
Laying on them
like a diamond dust.
It touches the top,
Nothing more
What is underneath
can hide and dream.
Where day intrudes,
night only hints.
You can see,
but only
A silver outline
of shadows.
It’s all still there.
You just have to move
closer
look
on purpose.
The day shouts
‘Here is everything!’
Here and there,
this and that,
there you have it.
A spectacle.
This night whispers
around the edges.
It allows the earth
to speak for itself
keep its secrets.
All of it lives.
All of it breathes.
But I can hear
the heartbeat now.
In the same way
the strain of day
leaves a man’s face
Softer than his worries
While sleeping,
the wrinkled lines
lay softer now
upon the face
of the worrisome world.
Jared M. Moyes
4/22/16
