Monday, August 30, 2010

it's always Heaven's night...

cold air assaults my skin
heightens my senses as I step
onto the sidewalk inhaling
rain cleared air

little mirrors of refracted light
catch my eye -
puddles of celestial reflections

there’s not a breath of wind
no familiar rustle of leaves on leafless
trees: silent sentinels in this quiet night

gaudy pink clouds ride the sky,
they look like cotton candy - far off
untouchable - neon cities never rest*

It’s not truly dark here, like
out the farmhouse backdoor,
I feared what might hide in that
deep, hungry, darkness.

this clear moment overwhelms me,
I only have a few minutes before the
world weighs restively on my shoulders
it’s always like that, only a moments respite

I love the crystal clarity of this night
I’m enveloped in private accord with heaven
my thoughts run free
I know monsters live in the dark, but there are none
not in this moment of enlightened darkness




  1. Nice work - 'private accord with heaven' is a great line!

  2. Beautifully said, Eaton. I feel like I'm standing in a doorway, looking into a bright, rain-scrubbed day. You inspire me.

  3. A grand moment has just been enlarged- what an enchanting silhouette- really enjoyed this:))

  4. lovely poem...
    Glad to see you shine!

    there is an award in my Tuesday, today's birthday wish post, feel free to take it.

  5. This is gorgeous, Byz! Did you take the photograph as well? I love how evocative of each other they are. Truly gorgeous. You have great talent!

  6. you paint a very serene those peaceful nights...nice write.


Falling Water by Frank Lloyd Wright

Falling Water by Frank Lloyd Wright
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Flat Stanley near Castlemaine, Victoria.