I like the night
Slowing down every pace,
it sleeps
dreaming a promising tomorrow
a sudden stillness
a time to forget
and to close the eyes to a different world.
Yet I sit here, listening
moving ripples, birds, occasional boats and distant traffic
surrounded by this ancient darkness
unfamiliar yet familiar,
beautiful yet scary.
A gentle passing breeze,
brings the familiar
the deep smell of blue vastness.
It engulfs me in
making me part of its history.
Now the gentle breeze touches me a nostalgia
an unknown memory..
And I lay back
enjoying the night’s bedtime story.
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