Why the night is bittersweet.

There is a reason
Why the night is bittersweet.
For all the company,
Of stars and starlight,
The moon stands alone.

Alone.

If you hearken to night,
And lay your heart,
Before her dark bowers,
You will find
The gossamer quietness
Of other dreams.
You will breathe in clean dark
That harsh sunlight bespoils
And the soothing balm
Of moonlight,
If the moon be awake.
Your heart will find a bed
Of whispering leaves,
And gentle pillows of the world’s sleep.
But you will partake of all this

Alone.

The creatures of the night
Aren’t fit for company.
The owl swoops alone
On its nocturnal flight.
The bat finds his way,
Blind and alone.
Visions cannot be seen,
In the harsh sunlight,
Of company,
Nor can understanding
Sink into the mind,
In a busy embrace;
That is the condition
Of being able to speak
To Night;
She allows the rarest
Of the rare
To lie awake
In her tenebrous
Magnificence –
They deal with knowing –
Make peace with seeing –
By living alone.

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High

The fruit has ripened.
But it hangs high on the tree.
It will ripen further and die,
Slowly.

The sun will hit it hard.
The moon will not help at all.
The best thing for it to do is
Fall.

Birds may help it perhaps,
Maybe a strong breeze,
A god may help, if it says
Please.

Knowing providence though,
It’s more likely to hang and rot,
It’s one of those things that love just
Forgot.

It does look tasty and juicy,
But it’s so very, very high,
I might as well give up before I
Try.

Torn

You cant be torn between two worlds,
One step in the door, and the heart;
You cant be ether, here and there,
That’s how atoms get torn apart.

Love is what keeps you journeying;
But Love is what made me realise:
As time pulls, it tires and hardens,
Eventually, snaps and dies.

It’s not love’s fault that it merges
What the past was with the present;
It always fails to consider
What was said and what the thought meant.

You fly through atmospheric space,
Touching earth, then soaring to sky;
But one place shall give, it’ll be time
To either dig deep or fly high.

Then won’t be a chance to back out,
Or descend, though your need compels,
You won’t be torn between two worlds:
There’re no two heavens nor two hells.