Silent Night
The night falls without haste
wrapping the earth in its subtle hands.
The wind, silent, traces the outlines of space
and the stars are brief words
written in the black sky
Nothing moves, yet everything unfolds
Time dissolves in the cool air
where solitude becomes company
and silence is profound
a voiceless song that spreads
through every corner of the world
Distant lights seem to float
like memories of a day that has passed
and every shadow that stretches
is an untold story
a secret kept by the dark
The night is pure
asking nothing in return
expecting no more than the silence
that returns us to ourselves
reflections of an existence
that melts into stillness
And in the gaze that watches it
the night reinvents itself
in its entirety
shadow, mystery, and calm
like a promise of a tomorrow
that doesn’t come
yet never truly departs
Eduardo
Sat 18th Jan 2025 04:41
Graham, I’m really happy to know that the poem inspired a new idea for your work! I sincerely appreciate you sharing that with me. It’s always rewarding to know that words can spark something new and creative. Thank you so much, and good luck with your new project!